Last year when we took our epic journey in the Northwest, continuing on down to Mendocino, we drove as far as La Grande in eastern Oregon, where we stayed. We were kind of charmed by this little town, home of Eastern Oregon University. Here are some pictures from our current trip through the same territory.
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Sunday, June 01, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Also, I have filled out Time and Effort Logs for my service as the leader of English 2010.
I know, I know, I shouldn't complain about reporting "0.5 hours e-mailing X, Y, and Z" or "1.5 hours preparing self-teaching artifact," when the return on my time is actual money. But I am nothing if not a complainer. I did briefly think about reporting the hours--hours!--I spent filling out the forms on the form itself, but then thought the better of it. It seemed, somehow, counterproductive if my goal was to get paid for those hours (measured out with coffee spoons). And to get paid was, is, and remains my goal.
But never mind. Once I griped, filled out the forms, and griped some more, I had a great day, including finding charming little cups and saucers at the World Market, having lunch with my darling friend Ann, whom I have known since before either of us was a mother, and visiting the new baby in the hospital again. Also, the weather is divine. Also, there are blue flax growing in our lawn (aka the meadow). Also, the season finale of The Office is just about on. And before long, there will be sizable checks winging their way in a postal fashion to my mailbox. They get their eye-straining accounting of my Time and Efforts; I get some-a their money. I guess that's okay.
Jim and Pam, if you are not engaged before the episode is through, I will be very, very disappointed.
I know, I know, I shouldn't complain about reporting "0.5 hours e-mailing X, Y, and Z" or "1.5 hours preparing self-teaching artifact," when the return on my time is actual money. But I am nothing if not a complainer. I did briefly think about reporting the hours--hours!--I spent filling out the forms on the form itself, but then thought the better of it. It seemed, somehow, counterproductive if my goal was to get paid for those hours (measured out with coffee spoons). And to get paid was, is, and remains my goal.
But never mind. Once I griped, filled out the forms, and griped some more, I had a great day, including finding charming little cups and saucers at the World Market, having lunch with my darling friend Ann, whom I have known since before either of us was a mother, and visiting the new baby in the hospital again. Also, the weather is divine. Also, there are blue flax growing in our lawn (aka the meadow). Also, the season finale of The Office is just about on. And before long, there will be sizable checks winging their way in a postal fashion to my mailbox. They get their eye-straining accounting of my Time and Efforts; I get some-a their money. I guess that's okay.
Jim and Pam, if you are not engaged before the episode is through, I will be very, very disappointed.
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