"I threw myself off trying to do something Swedish."

Beautiful weather as we enter Scorpio, sign of all things deep and dark. Riches, or horrors...

Marz is here for a couple days. We went for a walk yesterday and she took the DSLR camera she'd signed-out from the college media center.
I'd half-forgotten how many resources and opportunities you get in college. How many? VERY many.
Study Abroad, for instance. Marz had gone to a presentation, and students can choose from forty countries. Forty!

I woke up feeling happy.
It's a relief that money will be coming in again. (Though I feel immense relief not to be a prison guard   school aide anymore, I do miss making lots of money...)
I go to pick up the dog-sitting house keys in fifteen minutes;
I go to my first paid shift at the thrift store tomorrow;
and an old friend has asked to hire me to clean her house once a month--she had a stroke and can't do the deep cleaning.

As for printmaking--I miss it and need/want to pick that up again. I just need to carve and print one of MY phrases again, but I can't remember any! Certain things can slip out of focus, like a camera lens.
I told Marz "I threw myself off trying to do something Swedish,"
(a sentence she said that pairs nicely with "I can't remember why I don't have a parrot").
I trust that good words to print will rise up in my brain any moment now.