1. I get to see 7/8 of my former JVC Spokane housemates today! I am beyond excited. 6 out of 8 (including us) were at our wedding, so this will be the largest gathering since the day we left. We are definitely going to miss the one who can’t make it. One day, we will fully reunite, and victory will be ours.
2. Have I mentioned I got IRB (institutional review board) approval? Since I will be working with “live human subjects” during my thesis research, I needed the University’s approval. I’ve heard many, many horror stories about the months it can take to get approval. I got mine in 2 days. Miracle! Usually when you work with vulnerable subjects like homeless people, you need a full review of the entire board. The director said my confidentiality plan was strong enough (the plan is to not write down anyone’s name, ever) and so he just gave me approval. I still won’t start my interviews till around September though.
3. Speaking of which, I’m kind of counting down the days till I graduate. Which is bad. I’m just not feeling the whole “back in school” thing. I miss going to work every day, you know actually doing something other than just reading and writing. I remember when John went back to school after JVC he said it was an odd adjustment to spending all day every day focused on other people, your housemates, your clients, etc. to focusing all day on yourself.
4. Happy Summer! It’s barely summer here. It’s been highs in the 50s and 60s all month, and luckily it turned kinda nice for the last few days, but lately it’s back to cold and rainy. This is the kind of weather I would have deemed “early Spring” or even “late winter” back home. Nope. Now it’s summer.
5. To kick off summer we went to an Osprey baseball game. It’s the minor league team here, and the neat part is they have posts with actual Osprey, which is a bird of prey, nesting on them around the stadium.
6. Then I stayed up to watch a League of their Own till 2:30am last night. I’m tired.
7. When I was about 10 or 11 years old, I really, really, really wanted to be a pitcher. I watched a League of their Own like every single day that summer. I checked out books from the library on pitching. I begged to be allowed to join the little league softball team. After one practice, I was taken off the team cause I was too small (I was really, really short as a kid) and got put on my little sister’s coach pitch team. I was devastated. And since the only part of baseball I had any interest in was pitching, I didn’t care much for the rest of it. And I was bad. Really, really, really bad. Despite being at least a head taller than everyone else on the team.
Needless to say, that ended my baseball career.