Spent most of last night's dreamtime working at a group home in Iowa, although neither of the ones I actually worked at. At least, those places lacked such amenities as a parking garage within which we could play soccer, or a 6-foot-high balance beam affectionately referred to as "Jesus has the Mojo" (or perhaps that was the nearby alcove with a mural of Jesus doing Karate Kid stuff on the back wall). On the other hand, we didn't have pregnant teenagers who thought they were Rockettes, or kids with electronic keys (trusties?), or staff with electronic keys for that matter...
Weird. Fun, and nostalgic, but very weird... especially since I was just in Iowa for the weekend, and trying to figure out how to pay for/keep an eye on my apartment back in Kansas City.
Weird. Fun, and nostalgic, but very weird... especially since I was just in Iowa for the weekend, and trying to figure out how to pay for/keep an eye on my apartment back in Kansas City.
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Date: 2008-04-29 02:31 pm (UTC)I'm hoping that was a typo and not a Freudian slip ...
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Date: 2008-04-29 02:36 pm (UTC)