Change is in the air

Joy has a face. Session one went; session two brought all new people. I put a hole in the wall. And my hair is highlighted pink. Definitely about the color of the side of my blog, maybe a little brighter. So much has changed and life is busy.
For the die-hard readers (who are probably almost dead because of a certain lack of blogging), I want to apologize. I have no good excuse. With grace, I will try to do better.
I have discovered my own strength since I've been here. And while I wish that it had something to do with my spiritual strength, it doesn't. The other night (ok, it was about three weeks ago,) there was the huge spider the size of my hand crawling on the wall above Corinne's bed by the ceiling. Since it was nearly 3:30 in the a.m. (as my friend Meghan types) we were tired enough to contain our screams. The boys were not over, so the cleanup was left to me because Corinne is scared of spiders. So I grabbed the broom and jabbed at it as fast I as I could because I know that not only are these things fast, but they jump and there is no way that said spider will be jumping on me. The end of the broom and the wall fought to occupy the same space, but in the end, the wall lost. And now, thanks to my underestimated strength, there is a hole in the wall the size of my head. Needless to say, Corinne and I have shared my queen bed since. And all were amazed. We tried to patch it with two pieces of taped cardstock and packing tape, but in examining the area last night, we are going to have to rethink our repair efforts.
The store is running fine. We made the transition to session two, so all of the program, assign team, summer staff, and work crew are different. It's been hard to not compare them, but every attempt to compare is an opportunity to choose not to. That requires discipline. I'm learning. And right now, I'm supposed to be working.

Click on the attemptablog link at right to meet my new Joy.