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Why have I not been blogging much lately? Because I try to keep this blog lighthearted. Because I endeavor to share with you only the Gee!-rated activities in my life, not the dank underworld of my conscious mind. Because I think "Wendy's Adventures in Phoenix" is a better blog title than "Wendy's Pitifully Futile Quest for Happiness".

I think it's entirely possible that I have a reverse form of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I think too much sun makes me depessed. Or maybe it's that I now realize I will never see Peter again. This is kind of absolutely and completely excruciating because for once I really let my guard down and loved deeply and look where it got me. I know if this were an unusual story the entire country music industry would not exist, but I don't take comfort in this (neither in country music- which by the way is the actual name of a student at the university where I work- or the fact that others have had similar experiences).

I'm hoping my trip to Las Vegas next weekend breathes some new life into me. Las Vegas has three things that I love (four if you include roller coasters): Distractions, convenience, and flow. What I call distractions other may call diversions, but the word distractions suits my purposes right now. I love Vegas' sensory overload, the riot of color, the crowds, the noise. I also love that no matter what you need- whether it is a giant once-a-year-at-most Krispy Kreme chocolate glazed donut at 4 pm or an escape from the 4 am insomnia that ordinarily leaves you feeling like a zombie in a wretched dead underworld- it's available in Las Vegas. I think having a myriad of such conveniences is the ultimate luxury.
As mentioned, I also love the amount of flow in Las Vegas- ongoing movement and life force. Flowing fountains. Chi. Ahh....can't live without it (wait, I'm in Arizona. I am living without it). I love how everything moves in Las Vegas. I despise stillness. I've heard people talk about how the Gulf of Mexico is its most beautiful when it is as "still as glass". That would piss me off. Grrrr! I want pounding waves and crashing surf. I want a big fat reminder that I am alive. Hopefully I'll get it next weekend. It will be great to see my Seattle friends too.

My next blog entry is going to be pictures of some of the soap I've made. In other words, a return to our regularly scheduled programming. Thank you for bearing with me.

Monday Morning Dread

When I was in training for my job, back in March, a group of fellow trainees and I were having lunch when I brought up the concept of Monday morning dread. If you like your job, I explained, Monday morning dread is mild and doesn't occur until about 9 pm Sunday evening. However, if you're like I was the year I taught 5th grade, Monday morning dread occurs around 6 pm Friday evening. Everyone at my table liked the idea of Monday morning dread as a measurement gauge for job satisfaction.

In recent weeks my MMD has started Sunday morning on average. I push it aside the best I can. I spent this morning and part of the afternoon making earrings- really nice ones. The joy of the design process and the at-times maddening process of making tiny perfect loops to finish each one off definetly takes my mind off the mundane.

In other news....there isn't much other news. I'm going to Las Vegas in a few weeks and am excited about that. I've started walking again in the evenings once it's cooled down to about 95. For some reason there's always a breeze "A breeze!" you say "that's nice!" No, it's not. It's like someone is walking backward in front of you holding a blow dryer in your face.

Er...hopefully I'll have a more upbeat blog entry later this week.