In January, Mario and I moved to Cinnamon Path (1406A to be exact, zip code 78704), the street name much to his chagrin. When I praise our sweet and spicy locale, he threatens to get a P.O. Box ☺ At any rate, we’re enjoying our half a duplex, with a red floor, high ceiling, and cheaper rent. We can walk to Maria’s Tacos and the Irie Bean. I’ve been potting plants in our shady yard.Politics dominates our conversations, our social life, our youtube viewing. Last night we danced to Stevie Wonder at Club DeVille, celebrating Obama’s nomination. Mario has worked hard, so hard, that a straw poll last weekend placed him as a likely delegate to the national convention in August. Wow! He’s also been working as the “netroots” technology coordinator for the Travis County Coordinated Campaign.
Not to be outshone, I’ve been working hard too. I’ve almost completed my first year at Badgerdog managing education programs that place writers in the schools. I’ve helped train teachers and organize readings, I’ve managed publications and developed budgets, I’ve served lemonade to student authors and even signed a few autographs. Now we’re gearing up to start our summer writing camps.
On a personal note, I’ve officially begun the summer of turning 40. Vive and I christened it with a trip to the Crossings: yoga, swimming, hiking, and a reiki class. I like to think of this year as my year to stop wandering in the wilderness stubbornly wrestling with god and to arrive at the promised land of self-acceptance ☺
Hope all who read this are well!
Yes, Maybe became Maybier became Zumi! She’s moving around in there and sometimes waking me up with hiccups in the middle of the night :-) 