Now, why can't I sleep late on a Saturday morning? It's been a tiring week, with the whirlwind trip to Washington and teachiing a full day workshop the next day. But there I was, wide awake at 6:20.
It seemed like a good idea to get up and answer E-Main, then read Pantalaimon, and now try to set up a new page in my journal. I still am uneasy with this internet thing, but I am trying!
Washington was exciting, as usual. I am always awed by the caliber of women (not too many men)who staff the Head Start Bureau. They are all dynamite, and still the nurturers they were when they started in the Head Start Classroom (yes, most of them were teachers, then directors, now in the decision-making seats in Washington). So meetings with them are fun, well-organized, and hard work, surrounded by good food, and lots of "I remember when..."
There was a gal there who was very familiar to me, but I couldn't figure out why; after a lot of "were you at...did you attend...where did you..."we discovered that many years ago, I was the CDA Rep for two of her candidates. I HAVE been around the loop for a long time!
Last Sunday night, I developed back spasms. I had to go to the doctor on Monday to get a muscle relaxant. All I could think of was the famous time I was last invited to take part in a panel in Washington, way back in the 70's, and got back spasms on my way to Albany, then Washington. I was so drugged by the time I got to the meeting, that all the notes I took made no sense at all when I got home. (And I fell off the metal chairs at Dave J.'s rehearsal for Othello, angering the professional actor who was playing Othello:()