|Blue's team gets First at Math Regionals!|
I actually returned to a board meeting, which I was somewhat scared to do since the last one induced a seizure. But this time I left when I felt tired. It was pretty thrilling. I'd told the crew I would do that. And then I did. The level of self-awareness and self-care necessary to stand up 3/4 of the way through a meeting, in the middle of a discussion I was really invested in, was record-breaking, in my record book. That seizure shook me from my denial, from the hope that I could just push myself to be better, healed. Awake finally, I understood the order of responsibilities and the weight of caring for myself. And I stood up, left, and I went to bed when it was time, and only I knew when that time was.
|Odyssey Math is Cool Champions! On to State! And yes, Blue is the only white girl on the team.|
Anyway, there we sat, hearts pounding, poised on the edges of our grooved metal bleacher-seats, scarcely breathing. although I'd watched Blue's team smack down every single opposing team in college bowl by very wide margins and yet I wondered
... and the First Place Team is ... Libby Center! Whoo-hooo!
We don't yet know if Blue will be on the team that goes to state or not, that's based on the individual test scores.Update: Blue tied with another kid to be on the 4 member state team, but lost the tie-breaker, so she's not going, sad sigh, but she got to go last year.
And then, here's where I surprised the crap out of myself, I attended an 8 hour blogger recruitment/training schmooze-fest at the Spokesman-Review. I gave myself permission to leave at any point, to go somewhere to close my eyes, to go home if need be, whatever. I was not expecting myself to make it all day, and then I did! And I even stayed afterwards to "network". It was awesome. There were several editors, many reporters, Edward R. Murrow/WSU professors, photographers, etc, all there to give us a crash course in journalism so that they could have access to more writers. I loved hearing from reporters about stories I've loved including this one where the city of Spokane agreed to an illegal settlement, had my family laughing all morning back in April. I felt incredibly privileged to be selected for this inaugural rural journalism training. And I think it's a pretty innovative idea, spearheaded by the Seattle Times, and spreading east, like the flu, but better. I felt kind of bad about resting my eyes and shutting out visual stimuli periodically. As a public speaker, I know how disconcerting that is to see people who look like they're sleeping, but now I know, from having been that person, that maybe that's just how they listen best, or maybe they are brain injured, or maybe they are sleeping.
|On the garden/roof at The Spokesman-Review, schmoozing with fellow gargoyles|
Fresh off this stunning epic-concussion-win, I decided to go to church again, and when I say "church" I mean that is the loosest way possible: Unitarian Universalist Church where we sing hymns like John Lennon's "Imagine." But I should have been recuperating from the day before and fled as soon as I got a chance.
|Gargoyles of Monroe St.|
|Huckleberry, the facilitator|
with a freaky little ceremony the kids thought up and Huck facilitated. It involved a burning circle of dried up mullein torches in the front yard and looked dangerous from my perspective and probably satanic from the perspective of those driving by, but whatever, so long as the kids are happy, I guess.
|Blue, the astrological Snake, lights a torch for the Chinese Year of the Snake.|