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 i wrote a very choppy and disconnected ramble about poverty, affordable housing and living in a town where people are allergic to both.

I'm not sure i will post it.  It's a sign of the times when i re-think stating my opinions publicly. 

I may.  But it will need supportive information and data - because it will piss people off if it gets read.

So......

My first cruise.  My daughter has graciously agreed to babysit my precious Miyagi for the time i am away, because i do not want to bring him on a ship or outside of the United States and run into ANY issues.  I am not sure how i will go that long without him.  We've been together for 10 years and i've only ever spent one night (24 hours) away from him.  However, he loves my daughter and granddaughter, is very at home in their home, and gets along with their cats, papichoochoo and Sushi.  She said she will take him to work with her, so he will be going on a grand adventure and will probably not even want to come home with me when i return.

I spoke with the administrator of my program at work, the one that kicks off in January - and we talked about the timeline, and if i should be away.  We agreed that January is better than any other time between that and June, so.....i am all clear for takeoff.  or ship off.  I will just have to prepare to be out of the office which means, the holidays this year will have me getting everything ready to roll out and send, so i can kick it off before i leave.  

When i come back, i will have to catch up, but it's the slowest period of the project compared to what comes after.

I'm all set.

Now, i save money and research.  

I need to know every detail of possibilities so I can prepare myself.  The unknown is very uncomfortable for me.  I like to have contingency plans...i'm a capricorn.  what can i say.

We just had a fire drill/alarm at work and we were out there for quite a bit of time.  It occurred to me as we were all walking back in that i am a chatterbox.  I found myself in the middle of a group of men (i know the bookstore manager, of course) chatting away.  There was a time i would have died rather than talk to a strange man, let alone a group of them.  And joke around?  Assuming i've got something entertaining to say?  No way in hell.  I have definitely found my footing in groups.....the idea that people won't like me no longer sways how i act.  If they don't, they don't.  No skin off my nose.  But that thought alone used to silence me.  Who would want to talk to me?  I think a lot of people feel that way.  I'm glad i feel comfortable talking to just about anyone now.......I really noticed it as i was coming back to the office, with something small to say to everyone......And you know what?  I have no idea if i'm liked or not......and it doesn't matter.

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