November 5, 2003 ~ Many Directions
I've been trying to think of the words to describe how I feel right now, and they are slow in coming. Busy. Disjointed? I feel as if I am trying to go in too many directions at once. Scattered.
I visited the Christmas Tree Hill clear-cut again today, to see if there were any woods or trail left. They cut much further than I had expected. Every single tree on that hillside has been cut, right up to the property line and all the way down to the Swannanoa River, save five trees right in the center of the clearing. It's horrible. Stumps, mud, and erosion is all that's left. The old trail is completely obliterated, of course. I guess I'll wait to see what they end up doing to that land. That and Jones Mountain have been hanging heavy on my heart this week.
Between that and the headlines, recently, sometimes the world seems awfully full of ugly. I'm trying to find motivation. I've started work (organizing and planning work, anyway) on what may be a large new writing project. I'll see where that goes. I'm waiting to turn in my application to the wolf / wolf-hybrid rescue until Morgan finishes his. But, with a little nagging, that will be very soon.
I'm doing some part-time work for the Environmental Leadership Center at the college. Building a website that deals with internships and environmental education programs for them (some of this is in partnership with the Jane Goodall Institute). Right up my alley. And paid, too!
Right now, Morgan is lying on the futon, showered and getting ready to read. He's giggly. I just picked him up from a special event at the restaurant. Where he ate an incredible several-course meal. And I do believe he had a bit too much wine. I've never seen him this tipsy before. Not drunk, just very, very tipsy. And giggly. And very, very lovey. Heh.
No, I don't drink at all, but I don't mind if he does a bit on special occasions. So long as he doesn't drive. He had a great birthday yesterday (I pulled off all of my surprises marvelously, and several other people surprised him as well), and this evening was a nice cap to the festivities. (Aw. Look at that. He's falling asleep over his book).
I think I'd best go get someone to drink some water, else he'll be sorry in the morning. Good night.