Crayons in desk are older than me.

I cleaned out my work desk today and found these gems.  I’m pretty sure both are from long before I was born.  I can’t say for sure the price of crayons during the 70s & 80s, but it sure wasn’t fifteen cents.  (And as an indication as to how far we are from that price, I just had to write out the amount because I don’t have a cents sign available to me in this writing platform.)
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None of them looked like they’s been colored with.

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I put them back in their cases and sent them off to the Goodwill. If you hear a media story about really old crowns selling for hundreds of dollars, don’t tell me about it.

Requiem: YRUU sweatshirt.

It was 2002 when I signed up to be an advisor for the Young Religious Unitarian Universalist (YRUU) group. That’s code for “high school youth group” at the UU church.  I had recently 1)moved to Portland, 2)joined First Unitarian Church. When I signed on, I was still living with my Aunt, Matt and I were flirting, but thing had gotten going, and I was temping at Wedbush Morgan.    By the time my first year of YRUU was done I had moved into a studio apartment downtown, Matt and I were a thing, I had quit working for Wedbush Morgan and started graduate school at PSU.

When I signed on, it was only me who had made a firm commitment, with maybe Jimmy, one of the current co-advisors, sticking around for another year or so.  By the time we started in the fall there were five adults total: myself, Jimmy, Frank, Chris and Eric.  Dana, the head of Religious Education for Youth, broke us in.  We had an amazing group of kids that year, with Kitty, one of the few seniors, setting the tone.  She loved the song “Take me Home, Country Roads” and we sang it a lot that year and in nearly all the years to follow.  She also realized that by pressing your hands together you could make a chalice, which is the symbol of Unitarian Universalism.  So that was cool and it went on the back of our sweatshirts.
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On the front it said YRUU, which was not only the name of the group, but also an excellent question.  We had shirts or sweatshirts every year, but this first one remained my favorite.  For seven wonderful years I got to hang out with incredibly cool high school kids.  Seemingly a million things changed during that time, while everything also stayed the same.

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It is with sadness I say goodbye to the YRUU sweatshirt, but it lives on in many happy YRUU memories.

This is why I’m not so hard on girls about their clothing choices.

A middle school student was waiting in the office this morning, and asked us what kind of consequences his infraction usually carried.  As both myself and the school secretary are new and didn’t have any idea, we gave him the handbook to read.  He found what he was looking for and, having nothing else to do, kept reading.

“What’s a midriff?” he asked me.

I explained, without mentioning by name the middle school student whose midriff is always bare. (Victory!)

“What does ‘plunging neckline’ mean?”

I told him.

He read some more and then he said, “Wow.  There are a lot more rules for girls dressing.  Boys only have one, and girls have a ton.”

And this picture illustrates why.  The student in the office wasn’t wearing a cowboy hat, but he was just as covered as Mr. Brad Paisley.  There is very little men’s fashion that involves exposing skin.  And look what the girls have to live up to.  Aside from hosting an awards show, this outfit isn’t practical for anything.  It’s too skimpy on top, too short from the bottom and those shoes are not made for walking.

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At my previous school (an elementary school) some girls wore skirts that were too short to sit cross legged.  They also wore heels, even though walking, PE and recess were still a regular part of their day and they wore quite skimpy shirts.  We had to revise the dress code and the burden of meeting our dress code requirements fell on the girls, not the boys.  Male clothing is appropriate for most anything, women’s isn’t. When girls are constantly given images of women wearing clothing not realistic for daily activities, it is those images some of them emulate, and not the clothing that the women around them wear for daily activities.

Gift Certificate Spent

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The gift certificate was a going away present from one of my favorite Emerson families.  I was excited to try out the latest in garlic mincing (green thing on the right) and the stemming thingie that is supposed to help me take stems out of kale, collards, etc as well as herbs.  These are the kinds of things I won’t spend real money on, because they might not work, but gift card money? Bring it on!  So far the mincer seems to work well and clean up fast.  The stem thing  works so-so on kale, etc., but fabulously on herbs, which I never like to pick apart anyway.

Early birthday present: Elizabeth Gilbert at the Newmark

Kelly spotted this opportunity for a birthday present and so we went.  We were excited to also get a book with our admission. (Especially me, who didn’t pay. :-))IMG_4689

The Newmark Theater is my favorite theater in Portland. One of the things I love is that when you sit in the balcony the view plunges straight to the stage.IMG_4691

I only managed to capture a so-so photo.  But what with the zoom and the dark and all, this was as good as it got.  I would say that bemused acknowledgement of her good fortune is probably a core Elizabeth Gilbert feeling these days.
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This is either the third or fourth time Kelly and I have seen Elizabeth Gilbert speak.  But this time, she talked about the redemptive power of group singing (something I’ve been yammering on about for years) and had us all sing to end her talk.

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We sang “Take me Home, Country Roads” which, aside from being a song I’ve known all my life was also a YRUU standard.  Neither Kelly nor I needed to google lyrics.

Last commuting day on the Max

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For nine years I’ve worked for an employer who provided me with a monthly Trimet pass.  I have enjoyed this perk, because it means not only do I get myself to work for free, I can get around on weekends for free too.  Since we moved to North Portland in 2007, I’ve been commuting more or less daily* on the Max train.  My 30 minute door-to-door commute gave me ample time to read, to observe my fellow transit riders and to catch up on social media.  I will miss this part of my workday. It’s been great to be a public transportation girl

*Sometimes I rode my bike.  Once in a great while I walked.