I'm feeling empowered today. Not only am I now a published reporter for a small, military-based newspaper (the Hansconian, if anybody wants to google it), but I am also published on a small military-based online newspaper.
That's right, folks. All two of you may now access my glamorous and important news reporting right from your screens!
I was going to thrill all with a Fed-Exed hard copy, but now I need simply post the links for the masses who are following my big city life. (I will happily provide hard copies by special request, however. Don't be afraid to ask.)
So, without further ado:
First, we have a serious subject--Investment fraud
http://www.hanscom.af.mil/hansconian/Articles/2006Arts/06232006-10.htm
Next, a little fun on public transportation in Boston . . .
http://www.hanscom.af.mil/hansconian/Articles/2006Arts/06232006-09.htm
It is modest but honest work, and I have to say that the first two weeks were difficult. Apparently, newspaper readers don't like reading articles written in three-part theses and air-tight assertions. They don't even like commas where I used to put them. It is proving difficult (but not impossible) to completely overhaul my writing style.
One difficult thing that I absolutely refused to do, however, was cover the following article. I refused to even read it, as I had observed all the other proof-readers quietly reaching for tissues to dab at their moist eyes and sniffly noses. R.I.P. Jordy.
http://www.hanscom.af.mil/hansconian/Articles/2006Arts/06232006-07.htm
Love to all (meaning Mom and Aunt Hilda--my faithful readers). Thank you for your love and support.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
To Forgive is Truly Divine
Dear loved ones:
My behavior has been truly inexcusable. I am so sorry that I have been impossible to reach via phone. The only explanation that I have might seem weak, but I promise you that I would rather talk to you than do what I am doing.
Here is how I am spending my days:
I wake up at 5:00 am to get to public transportation, which I ride for an hour to 1 1/2 hours each way (with more walking than I am used to at both ends). Cell reception is extremely spotty.
I work for nine hours at a job that I am really starting to like, but which is totally new and out of the old comfort zone. Cell reception is nearly impossible (just ask Shari).
I am still setting up house, and wind up at the store every day--carrying groceries on my sides, front, and back. I feel a lot like a mule. No hands for cell phone . . .
When I get home, it has been 12 plus hours, and I have to be perky and meet social obligations so that I can be popular in the ward.
My legs and feet have swollen to tree-trunk proportions due to humidity (does anyone know if that is normal?) and there is definitely bruising involved. I have also nearly gone crazy in the sticky heat. Someone please invent a full body anti-perspirant!
After switching to a new cell plan, my voicemail got screwed up, and I had no idea who was trying to reach me (but apparently there were many of you--thanks!).
Anyway, please forgive me for my rudeness, and know that I think of you more often and more wistfully than you know. Thank you for all of your support. I will be in touch soon--I promise.
My behavior has been truly inexcusable. I am so sorry that I have been impossible to reach via phone. The only explanation that I have might seem weak, but I promise you that I would rather talk to you than do what I am doing.
Here is how I am spending my days:
I wake up at 5:00 am to get to public transportation, which I ride for an hour to 1 1/2 hours each way (with more walking than I am used to at both ends). Cell reception is extremely spotty.
I work for nine hours at a job that I am really starting to like, but which is totally new and out of the old comfort zone. Cell reception is nearly impossible (just ask Shari).
I am still setting up house, and wind up at the store every day--carrying groceries on my sides, front, and back. I feel a lot like a mule. No hands for cell phone . . .
When I get home, it has been 12 plus hours, and I have to be perky and meet social obligations so that I can be popular in the ward.
My legs and feet have swollen to tree-trunk proportions due to humidity (does anyone know if that is normal?) and there is definitely bruising involved. I have also nearly gone crazy in the sticky heat. Someone please invent a full body anti-perspirant!
After switching to a new cell plan, my voicemail got screwed up, and I had no idea who was trying to reach me (but apparently there were many of you--thanks!).
Anyway, please forgive me for my rudeness, and know that I think of you more often and more wistfully than you know. Thank you for all of your support. I will be in touch soon--I promise.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Moving Day!
"Good night and the mornin'!" as Robyn would say. It is here--moving day!
I know that many of us thought that this day would never (NEVER) come. I am right there with you. Now, a few hours before our plane takes off, I am not really sure if I'm really glad that this day has come. Luckily, my mom will be flying out with me to get me settled, so I have a reprieve before shock AND loneliness (but hopefully not horror) settle in.
I have often wondered if I have smaller-than-usual wings, which is why I have taken my sweet time spreading them. Today, however, I will fly to the land of Paul Revere, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Louisa May Alcott, and Mitt Romney. In a cruel twist of fate, I will be living on Walden Street. For those who knew me during my Junior year, I know what you're thinking: "HA!"
Sincere thanks to everyone who has given well-wishes and supportive assurances--they have meant everything to me. I feel so lucky to have such loving, supportive family and friends. You give me strength.
Special snaps to Aunt Hilda for taking us to the airport. She is so good to come while she is still recovering from the "mouse incident." Thank you so much.
I'm not really sure what the duration of this adventure will be, but I will see everyone "when I see you." I am already looking forward to that.
I know that many of us thought that this day would never (NEVER) come. I am right there with you. Now, a few hours before our plane takes off, I am not really sure if I'm really glad that this day has come. Luckily, my mom will be flying out with me to get me settled, so I have a reprieve before shock AND loneliness (but hopefully not horror) settle in.
I have often wondered if I have smaller-than-usual wings, which is why I have taken my sweet time spreading them. Today, however, I will fly to the land of Paul Revere, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Louisa May Alcott, and Mitt Romney. In a cruel twist of fate, I will be living on Walden Street. For those who knew me during my Junior year, I know what you're thinking: "HA!"
Sincere thanks to everyone who has given well-wishes and supportive assurances--they have meant everything to me. I feel so lucky to have such loving, supportive family and friends. You give me strength.
Special snaps to Aunt Hilda for taking us to the airport. She is so good to come while she is still recovering from the "mouse incident." Thank you so much.
I'm not really sure what the duration of this adventure will be, but I will see everyone "when I see you." I am already looking forward to that.
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