I want to work with children. I have an interview on Friday to not only work with children, but also manage a program very similar to the one I was managing locally. It's just that it's an hour away. Sixty minutes as compared to 6 minutes seems rather a lot.
The boss, should I take the position, appears unable to commit. I've mentioned this job possibility before, more than a month ago, if memory serves. At first she wanted me as a consultant, in May. That did not play out. I never know whether she does or does not want me, does or does not have a job to offer, or remembers what she was doing one week to the next.
Children with trauma are my real interest, and remediating trauma as much as possible is what I feel driven to do. DMH doesn't always see trauma as a condition 'worthy' of DMH involvement. This job would be a DMH-funded position. I think DCF may be where it's at, as far as traumatic experience is concerned.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Out of the Hospital?
As of today, my daughter is supposed to be discharged from the hospital. She will still need heparin shots. She suffered a pulmonary embolism over the weekend. Talk about scarey. That's what killed Captain Phil, of Deadliest Catch (you'd think it was the massive stroke, but it was an embolism after the stroke, I'm told).
My mother was discharged yesterday to a rehab facility. You know, my daughter recently spent five weeks in a rehab where she had a phone, a TV, and air conditioning. The facility that now houses my mother has none of these things, at least not 'covered' as part of the stay. This stinks!
Other things that don't smell nice: A projected cost of four grand to fill in a foot-wide, missing piece of wall upstairs, and raise a 2-foot-wide section of roof. My dad's coming up to Gloucester to look at what needs changing in my mother's house and to help me do the damn drywall myself.
My mother was discharged yesterday to a rehab facility. You know, my daughter recently spent five weeks in a rehab where she had a phone, a TV, and air conditioning. The facility that now houses my mother has none of these things, at least not 'covered' as part of the stay. This stinks!
Other things that don't smell nice: A projected cost of four grand to fill in a foot-wide, missing piece of wall upstairs, and raise a 2-foot-wide section of roof. My dad's coming up to Gloucester to look at what needs changing in my mother's house and to help me do the damn drywall myself.
Complementary
I like how these look together, tho' they are a yard apart in reality, and bloom in different weeks.
Sunflowers
Sunflower petals are safe as food. It appears that my fish wants to have a snack. Don't you love my fish?
The massed and apparently tiny sunflowers are my perennial ones, and they're actually about 5' tall. I think I'm going to be dividing them this year, so let me know if you want any.
Nasturtium Flowers
I have loved nasturtiums since I was little. I love how they taste: peppery. I put not only the leaves into salads, but also the flowers -- and I'd love to try using those flowers in nonsalad foods.
I did some research on flowers that are edible, and I found that the petals of a number of the flowers that I grow can be used in/as food.
http://homecooking.about.com/library/weekly/blflowers.htm
Tall Phlox
I love tall phlox in all colors, but it looks like pink is what thrives this year. I know that I have blue, purple, and orange around somewhere. Maybe the orange never took.
Notice that in the brilliant-pink phlox picture you can see my kitty, Sisco, at bottom right. Sadly, my sister's cat Chewbacca, or Chewy for short, has been missing for a week now. Vic said the last time we saw Chewy that he looked like a cat at the end of life. If he has passed on, let's all hope he went naturally and he went missing so as to go with dignity.
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