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I just sent off the first big edits for an article for Slate, solicited by the editor from "the Liralen who inspired Jordan."

It's interesting realizing that that was more than thirty years ago, and how much I've changed since and how much I've done and gone through. And also how much the same I am as that ambitious girl who wanted to be an electrical engineer...

And how much the world has changed since, too.

It was also kind of cool, after all the writing I've done, that getting an article down to 1200 words was entirely doable, and dealing with Ms Bosch's edits makes me appreciate editors all the more.

I've been spending the last two or three weeks working on our church's Fellowship Hall remodel, doing the things I do. The whole congregation helped with the demolition and it was fast, dirty, but safe work. I've managed to avoid most of the insulation, but did drywall, thousands of drywall screws, including ceiling screws, and then doing taping, mudding, and letting someone else do the sanding and wisely staying away from the dust.

I've actually had a lot of fun doing the painting, too, the colors make the rooms entirely new.

I've also been dealing with all the things that happen when our senior pastor is on sabbatical with a really nice British pastor who came in for a month for a pastor swap. Rob Weston was great and his family was lovely. And our associate pastor is leaving us in two weeks, entirely planned and we've known for months, so it's not a surprise, but it has been... well... church people and change. We'll do fine in the long run.

I've also been caring for a 12-year-old whose sister is in the hospital with their parents, and he's been great. Jet's at band camp for the week and next week, too. And next week I'm supposed to be running the SCI-ence (I can't say it without the mad scientist cackle) at our church's Vacation Bible School program next week. The curriculum is wide open, so I'm actually going to be able to do real experiments instead of glorified craft projects. It should be fun, actually, and there are a few middle school girls I want to have fun doing it with.

So, yes, busy, as usual. John actually consciously cleared three days on the calendar for ALL of us just so that the three of us could take a few days of summer to go out and enjoy the 90-degree sunshine together. *laughs* 

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