I've had a bunch of vacation these past few weeks, so it has been really nice to get out and see the world a bit. We went home for my sister's graduation, then drove to Portland for our third wedding anniversary. About a week and a half later, we went back to the west side for our friends' housewarming celebration and my 10-year high school reunion, which was fascinating because only 25 people showed up out of about 300. During the Fourth of July weekend, we traveled up to Brewster to see J's grandpa and parents, then returned to town so we could hang out with some friends on the Columbia River and watch the fireworks. This was my first work-free Fourth of July since college graduation, so it was great to be out of the newsroom for the holiday.
I have a three-day work week, then two more days off. After that, we don't have vacation for a while, but it's OK. It will be good to get back into the office and return to my routine. I have some summer features to write, and work is beginning on the high school fall sports season, which means football, football, football.
We do have a couple more west-side weekend trips planned. We're going to see Sade in Seattle — I impulsively bought tickets and don't think we'll be disappointed. I kind of love the band, and J knows all the words to "Smooth Operator." Then the next month, we'll help my sister move into her dorm at Seattle U.
October will be an enjoyable month. We'll go to Boulder to see WSU's first Pac-12 football game against Colorado. We have a Chromeo concert in Seattle, then I'm heading back to our old town to visit my best bud, who graciously got us Foo Fighters tickets. I've seen them once before, as the opening act for the Police at Dodger Stadium. After their set, I turned to J and said, "How are the Police going to top that?"
This fall, I plan to be more busy outside work. I'll be taking a tax class through H&R Block, and hopefully I'll be a WSU student again. It depends on whether I can get resident tuition. There are two specific accounting classes I want to take, and I hope to complete them by May. I've been out of school for more than a year, and the thought of taking these classes has been nagging at me for a while. I'd like to get something going on the side so I'm not so worried about the future of our industry. I wish I were supercreative like a lot of my friends who do graphic design or web work. The only skill I could possibly sell right now is editing, and I'm not very confident that would generate any money.
Maybe someday in the not-so-distant future, I'll be a bookkeeper/tax extraordinaire.
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Thursday, July 7, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
End of the road
My softball journey ended Saturday with regionals played locally. After that, I'll hang out in the office fielding calls and designing/editing pages while the state softball tournaments are played elsewhere. We're sending reporters to cover track, baseball and soccer state finals. Also, the state tennis tournament is here, so we'll have a writer covering that, but someone must stay behind and get the paper out on time. I'm OK with that. Maybe next year, I'll make the trip to cover state softball.
What have I learned from my first season in the circle, so to speak?
1. I didn't forget how to write. Yes, I worried about whether I could still do it after so many years editing other people's stories. But my second feature ended up on A1 (a local softball player has leukemia, and her team and others stepped up to honor her throughout the season). I guess I did something right.
2. My time management skills need work. Writing, designing pages, taking calls, doing agate and editing can be incredibly tricky when you have to do all of that in an eight-hour shift. It will be even harder in a few weeks when our hours are cut to 37.5 a week. Though I don't do a bad job of managing my time, I can always improve.
3. I've got to allow myself room to grow and make mistakes. Too many times this season, I wanted to just quit writing and go back to the desk full time because I wasn't satisfied with my beat work. I didn't feel like the right person for the job because I didn't know as much about the sport as I felt I should. And with time constraints, I felt I wasn't getting enough time to edit and do the things I know I can do really well, such as checking facts and proofing pages. I need to accept that things won't be perfect when my time must be divided in so many ways, but I'm doing the best I can. A hard lesson for someone who spent so much of her life striving for a 4.0 GPA.
4. Jake is a saint. I was consumed in my A1 story, trying to make sure everything was factually accurate, but he told me I needed to make the reader feel something, too. After the story was published, a few people told me it made them cry, but I think that had less to do with how I wrote it and more with the subject. At any rate, I don't think the story would have gotten the reaction it did without Jake's influence.
The biggest reason I call him a saint is because I developed extreme tunnel vision this spring, and he gently reminded me that while I could talk to him about softball, I shouldn't talk at him like he's a tape recorder. Too many times, I was saying my notes out loud, and he would tune out because we weren't engaging in a back-and-forth conversation. I needed to be reminded that while Jake understands what it's like to be an obsessive-compulsive reporter, he's my husband, first and foremost.
5. Getting a life is necessary. It kind of goes back to No. 4. Jake and I both get stressed with our work, and we need an outlet. I haven't really ventured out much here, and now that the weather's starting to warm up and the softball beat is behind me for the most part (a bunch of top players participate in summer ball), I won't have much of an excuse to live like a hermit anymore.
In a similar vein, I haven't exercised as much as I've wanted to lately, and my food habits can be quite sad at times - either I hardly eat or I end up eating something I regret later - so getting back on the treadmill and going to farmer's markets will be a must this summer.
What have I learned from my first season in the circle, so to speak?
1. I didn't forget how to write. Yes, I worried about whether I could still do it after so many years editing other people's stories. But my second feature ended up on A1 (a local softball player has leukemia, and her team and others stepped up to honor her throughout the season). I guess I did something right.
2. My time management skills need work. Writing, designing pages, taking calls, doing agate and editing can be incredibly tricky when you have to do all of that in an eight-hour shift. It will be even harder in a few weeks when our hours are cut to 37.5 a week. Though I don't do a bad job of managing my time, I can always improve.
3. I've got to allow myself room to grow and make mistakes. Too many times this season, I wanted to just quit writing and go back to the desk full time because I wasn't satisfied with my beat work. I didn't feel like the right person for the job because I didn't know as much about the sport as I felt I should. And with time constraints, I felt I wasn't getting enough time to edit and do the things I know I can do really well, such as checking facts and proofing pages. I need to accept that things won't be perfect when my time must be divided in so many ways, but I'm doing the best I can. A hard lesson for someone who spent so much of her life striving for a 4.0 GPA.
4. Jake is a saint. I was consumed in my A1 story, trying to make sure everything was factually accurate, but he told me I needed to make the reader feel something, too. After the story was published, a few people told me it made them cry, but I think that had less to do with how I wrote it and more with the subject. At any rate, I don't think the story would have gotten the reaction it did without Jake's influence.
The biggest reason I call him a saint is because I developed extreme tunnel vision this spring, and he gently reminded me that while I could talk to him about softball, I shouldn't talk at him like he's a tape recorder. Too many times, I was saying my notes out loud, and he would tune out because we weren't engaging in a back-and-forth conversation. I needed to be reminded that while Jake understands what it's like to be an obsessive-compulsive reporter, he's my husband, first and foremost.
5. Getting a life is necessary. It kind of goes back to No. 4. Jake and I both get stressed with our work, and we need an outlet. I haven't really ventured out much here, and now that the weather's starting to warm up and the softball beat is behind me for the most part (a bunch of top players participate in summer ball), I won't have much of an excuse to live like a hermit anymore.
In a similar vein, I haven't exercised as much as I've wanted to lately, and my food habits can be quite sad at times - either I hardly eat or I end up eating something I regret later - so getting back on the treadmill and going to farmer's markets will be a must this summer.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Thanking our lucky stars
Jake and I were in a pretty rough car accident Tuesday. It was like a slo-mo scene in a movie. Glass was flying every which way, and we were bouncing around, not knowing where we would stop. Luckily, Jake and I were fine, as was the person who hit us. As for our car, we're not really sure. It was taken away and left at the towyard to be dealt with until the next day. The driver's side door is smashed in and the window totally broken. Part of the windshield shattered. Jake thinks one of the tires went flat. The other driver's truck was able to move; we didn't attempt to drive our car. It's a 2003 Nissan Sentra; I expect fixing it would cost more than just replacing it.
Our friend picked us up at the towyard and took us to the hospital. I felt a little woozy, and Jake was bleeding a bit, so we got CT scans. We kept finding shards of glass in each other's hair and clothing as we waited for the results, which came back OK. Of course, in my crazy rat's nest of hair, I expect to find bits of glass for days. You'd be surprised where you can find glass. Somehow, a few pieces had slipped down the gap in my jeans waistband. My back is a little wrenched, and Jake has some pain in his knee from the door crumpling in on it, but other than that, we're grateful to be alive. After the accident, I looked up at the sky and thanked God and my guardian angel (probably my grandpa). One of the tow-truck drivers asked if I wanted to get in his car and stay warm while Jake talked to the CHP officer. I said: "I could have been killed today. I'm happy to feel the rain."
Jake's in bed, but I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see glass. I see parts of the dashboard popping up and out. I see Jake throwing his arm across my stomach as we're shot off in a different direction on impact. I didn't really have the whole "life flashing before my eyes" thing. It was more like "What the hell is happening?" I think I closed my eyes at one point. I don't remember seeing anything straight ahead of us. I knew that Jake was OK next to me as we were sliding off the road because I could hear him screaming. I did have a brief moment of panic after we stopped, though, when I was afraid to look at him, because I didn't know whether he would be really hurt, and whether I could handle it if he was. He had stopped screaming, too. I was all right. I somehow managed to scrape part of my right ankle on the car seat, though. A weird injury, to be sure. But Jake? I just didn't know because the impact was all on his side. Thankfully, when we were stopped, a second or two later, I heard a big sigh, followed by "You OK?" I said, "Yeah." He said, "Open your door and get out." So I did, and he climbed out after me.
Then I saw the wet road, the truck that hit us and our car, sitting there with the lights on, looking OK from the passenger side. However, I knew it was much uglier on the other side, and I screamed: "Goddamnit! Not again!" followed by a bunch of unintelligible angry syllables. And I was kicking dirt and grass like Lou Piniella. It probably didn't help my fragile state of mind, but shit, we've only had the car for 2 1/2 years! We got the Nissan when our last car had been totaled in a hit-and-run. Still, the Sentra pretty much saved our lives. Had we been in my Focus, it might have been a much different story.
Jake was so calm after the accident. He was giving information to the insurance company, AAA and the CHP officer as though he was the witness, not one of the drivers. He kept consoling me and telling me everything would be fine. I'm just lucky in so many ways. I especially hit the jackpot with Jake. Tuesday's events just reaffirmed how much I love him, and how scared I still am to be so much in love with somebody because it could be taken away when you least expect it. Falling in love and deciding to get married truly is the biggest risk I've ever taken, but it's the best thing I've ever done. I just wish my husband wasn't a magnet for car accidents. *sigh* Maybe God could give us a break on that one, say, for a few decades?
One more thing: Hospitals should not allow "Criminal Minds" to be shown in the ER waiting room. It's not exactly soothing programming for people who have been through a traumatic experience earlier in the day.
Our friend picked us up at the towyard and took us to the hospital. I felt a little woozy, and Jake was bleeding a bit, so we got CT scans. We kept finding shards of glass in each other's hair and clothing as we waited for the results, which came back OK. Of course, in my crazy rat's nest of hair, I expect to find bits of glass for days. You'd be surprised where you can find glass. Somehow, a few pieces had slipped down the gap in my jeans waistband. My back is a little wrenched, and Jake has some pain in his knee from the door crumpling in on it, but other than that, we're grateful to be alive. After the accident, I looked up at the sky and thanked God and my guardian angel (probably my grandpa). One of the tow-truck drivers asked if I wanted to get in his car and stay warm while Jake talked to the CHP officer. I said: "I could have been killed today. I'm happy to feel the rain."
Jake's in bed, but I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see glass. I see parts of the dashboard popping up and out. I see Jake throwing his arm across my stomach as we're shot off in a different direction on impact. I didn't really have the whole "life flashing before my eyes" thing. It was more like "What the hell is happening?" I think I closed my eyes at one point. I don't remember seeing anything straight ahead of us. I knew that Jake was OK next to me as we were sliding off the road because I could hear him screaming. I did have a brief moment of panic after we stopped, though, when I was afraid to look at him, because I didn't know whether he would be really hurt, and whether I could handle it if he was. He had stopped screaming, too. I was all right. I somehow managed to scrape part of my right ankle on the car seat, though. A weird injury, to be sure. But Jake? I just didn't know because the impact was all on his side. Thankfully, when we were stopped, a second or two later, I heard a big sigh, followed by "You OK?" I said, "Yeah." He said, "Open your door and get out." So I did, and he climbed out after me.
Then I saw the wet road, the truck that hit us and our car, sitting there with the lights on, looking OK from the passenger side. However, I knew it was much uglier on the other side, and I screamed: "Goddamnit! Not again!" followed by a bunch of unintelligible angry syllables. And I was kicking dirt and grass like Lou Piniella. It probably didn't help my fragile state of mind, but shit, we've only had the car for 2 1/2 years! We got the Nissan when our last car had been totaled in a hit-and-run. Still, the Sentra pretty much saved our lives. Had we been in my Focus, it might have been a much different story.
Jake was so calm after the accident. He was giving information to the insurance company, AAA and the CHP officer as though he was the witness, not one of the drivers. He kept consoling me and telling me everything would be fine. I'm just lucky in so many ways. I especially hit the jackpot with Jake. Tuesday's events just reaffirmed how much I love him, and how scared I still am to be so much in love with somebody because it could be taken away when you least expect it. Falling in love and deciding to get married truly is the biggest risk I've ever taken, but it's the best thing I've ever done. I just wish my husband wasn't a magnet for car accidents. *sigh* Maybe God could give us a break on that one, say, for a few decades?
One more thing: Hospitals should not allow "Criminal Minds" to be shown in the ER waiting room. It's not exactly soothing programming for people who have been through a traumatic experience earlier in the day.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Summer plans
I started my accounting courses in June, so I have been in school for about a year. The community college doesn't offer the accounting classes I need during the summer, so I must wait until fall semester. Balancing class with a full-time job, a husband and chores has been difficult, so I'm eager for some time to decompress, though the idea of knocking out two economics classes in six weeks this summer is kind of appealing. Unfortunately, they meet Monday-Thursday for a total of four hours a day. My weekends are Monday-Tuesday, so eight hours of my weekend would be taken up by class, not to mention the studying I would have to do. And I would have to cram, just because the classes move so fast. I was constantly scrambling to finish my daily accounting homework last summer, and it nearly killed me. This summer won't be like last at work, either. We've lost more people since then, so we'll be running with a skeleton staff most of the summer, methinks. I'll need to relax, somehow, someway.
I'd like to go to concerts, maybe take in a baseball game. Summer in Northern California (the inland part, anyway) is sweltering and disgusting at times, but there's really nothing better than a warm night spent outdoors. You get a nice breeze, and ah - heaven! We're taking tennis lessons at night, so we won't die of heatstroke while practicing groundstrokes.
Luckily, tennis lessons fall under my plan to keep learning during the summer. I want to do some self-directed work with Photoshop and HTML, so I might pick up some training books or DVDs. And I've gotten Quickbooks for the Mac, so I'll brush up on my accounting over the summer and not feel too rusty when class starts again in August. My fall class will be at 7:20 a.m. twice a week - I'm hoping that doesn't kill me, either.
I'd like to go to concerts, maybe take in a baseball game. Summer in Northern California (the inland part, anyway) is sweltering and disgusting at times, but there's really nothing better than a warm night spent outdoors. You get a nice breeze, and ah - heaven! We're taking tennis lessons at night, so we won't die of heatstroke while practicing groundstrokes.
Luckily, tennis lessons fall under my plan to keep learning during the summer. I want to do some self-directed work with Photoshop and HTML, so I might pick up some training books or DVDs. And I've gotten Quickbooks for the Mac, so I'll brush up on my accounting over the summer and not feel too rusty when class starts again in August. My fall class will be at 7:20 a.m. twice a week - I'm hoping that doesn't kill me, either.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Back in the blogosphere
I have a LiveJournal, but in recent months/years, I've gone private with most of my entries. I haven't felt as though my words have been adequate for a viewing audience, but lately, my friends seem to be dusting off their blogs or starting new ones. I guess I'm following the crowd. I am keeping my LJ friends-only, but I'll keep this one public for now.
I'm a copy editor, so I'm around words all the time, but I miss the creative outlet of writing. And no, headlines and cutlines don't count. When I was a young girl, writing became my form of creative stimulation. In the past few years, I've drifted away from that. So I suppose I haven't felt very stimulated lately (take that as you will!).
I don't really know where this blog will lead. I just want this to be a low-key way to stay in touch with friends and ease back into writing. We'll see where it goes from there.
I'm a copy editor, so I'm around words all the time, but I miss the creative outlet of writing. And no, headlines and cutlines don't count. When I was a young girl, writing became my form of creative stimulation. In the past few years, I've drifted away from that. So I suppose I haven't felt very stimulated lately (take that as you will!).
I don't really know where this blog will lead. I just want this to be a low-key way to stay in touch with friends and ease back into writing. We'll see where it goes from there.
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