Baldy

 Please enjoy this pic of Mark and Dylan atop Mt Baldy, Philmont, in the summer of 2013.

They are eating celebratory Oreos.  Later, much later, I find out from Dylan that he was worried about his dad being able to make it up to the top of the mountain.

Instead of Oreos, likely he needed a heart cath.

I think its good we don't know the future.

I did a very stupid, unintended thing. 

I managed to delete ALL of my photos.

Every single one of them.

I downloaded DiskDrill to try and find them, but I must also have done a cleaning scan with C Cleaner around the same time, not realizing that ALL of my photos were in the recycle bin.  This happened about a month ago, and have I done anything else?  Like take my computer to  professionals that can possibly help me find them?  No.  Have I connected my external hard drive to see what archived photos I can find?  No.  Have I searched the Google cloud, Dropbox, or Blogspot to find them?  All no.  I actually feel a cross between paralyzed and ambivalent.

Because photos do not equal real, live humans.

The loss of photos does not mean the humans do not still exist in my heart.

Prior to 2008 or so, all of my photos were printed.

And I am still doing nothing about it, but pretty soon, I will address it.

When I get a spare day or two.  In February.

Ready for big change

This is my view some afternoons when the work flow in the X-ray department slows and the ER picks up and everyone filters out for the day.  Since I am here until 5 p.m., I sometimes just sit here with my phone and my pager and wait to be sent to late afternoon portables.  Its eerily quiet after the day's mayhem.  And yet I think to myself:  I am so ready for a change of scenery.

So to that end, I applied for a job at the new hospital last Wednesday.  And by Friday I had secured the spot I wanted - weekends, 7 a.m. to 7:30 p.m.*  I will officially start on Feb 5th, although the new hospital will not open until mid-April.  So until then I will still work here 8:30-5, but already I feel more at ease knowing that change is coming.  I gave it a fair amount of thought, and for every con I could think of, there was a pro or two.  I'm ready for some positives in life!  I have many months to fine tune my budget and come up with a plan that will allow me to be a part-timer in my profession until I retire.  Five months to plan and prepare - let's get started!

*gave that a lot of thought and decided to wait until Gray finishes college, so maybe this time next year I will be part-time.  But for now, I will transfer to the new place and work weekends and Mondays.