The behinder I get, the more impossible it is to
catch up. Last year was a year of dread and hope. Dread of lay-off;
hope it happens soon. So I will have time. Time to relax. Time to
reclaim my greenhouse. Time to garden. Time to groom horses. Time
to walk dogs. Time to eat right (maybe even cook?) Time to take
care of my house. Time to take care of my husband. Time to go to
the dentist. Time to paint fabric skies. Time to update my web diary.
You get the picture. Well, the dreaded hoped-for day didn't come.
Not last year, not so far this year. (scroll
down for more diary)
But the axe did fall at Louden
Nelson and the Beach
Flats Community Centers this month, in the form of a 20 percent
overall budget reduction. Dedicated, long-term staff were put on
notice that they lose a quarter of their income mid-March. With
the help of my talented, obsessive, incredibly generous and increasingly
geeky husband, we are analyzing revenue and use patterns to make
the most of what is left at the Nelson Center. And in Beach Flats,
where we were already short on staff, we have even less to work
with just as we move into our brand new facility. It's been rough
going. I try to maintain perspective and not stress too much, but
on a regular basis, my eyes pop open at 1:30 am and my mind is off
to the races. I love the Centers. I love the people who work in
them. It was hell to make these recommendations, hell to tell the
staff. But I am sleeping better now that the cuts are public. The
morning light is growing. Tom and Judy had a beautiful
baby boy. And my "baby" chickens have started to lay
eggs. It's getting easier to believe that really
everything's
alright. last
next
|