Maths course has now been ended by the Goverment...gutted! Looking frantically for any jobs that are going around my area.
Well, what has happened today? Not much really....Won a few games of pool today, although I tend to win by pure luck!
Apparently I get a free tenner if I write a letter about a short course I did in college, so I've already wrote it and I'm posting it tomorrow!
I got 2 DVDs today! The very last Harry Potter film and a remaster of The Terminator, both look pretty cool! I shall check them out tomorrow, I think I'll give Doctor Who a rest for a week or two before I decide to watch the rest of Tom Baker episodes!
I may be going on another course now, some NVQ in Customer Service....I'll give it a go, no interviews are coming my way at the mo!
I learned something the other day that made me so happy.
As a kid my family moved around alot. When divorces were done and things settled down and my dad bought a home, he picked this rural area in Orange County that I call home. Home starting in 1987, but still, it's home to me. It's a canyon with one road in and one road out. On the way in is a ranch, Holtz Ranch. All the years I was there it was an abandoned Turkey Ranch, I'd hop the fence and explore, take pictures, talk to ghosts, sit in the buildings. Since I grew up and went to college they dozed the buildings, but the ranch is still there, mustard blooms in the spring, it's unbelievably beautiful and everyone drives past is every day to get home. It's a part of the community.
So a number of years ago, since I left, someone bought the property, I believe a wealthy Vegas land developer. He first wanted to put his mansion on the ranch complete with helicopter pad. Lovely. The community fought. Then he wanted to put condos on the land, but the community fought stating sewage would be impossible. Land Conservationists identified a rare frog that lives on the ranch which scraped that idea. I think, I may not have the timeline of all this right, but this has been a battle going on for twenty years, land owners wanting to develop their land and canyon goers wanting to preserve the sanctity of the canyon. Rural. Untouched. Nature.
So something is in the works that I am conflicted, but ultimately happy about. When I lived in the canyon I had a mentor (in the beginning, it turned into a nightmare) who recognized that I was the product of a truck driver and needed to be exposed to things beyond tinkering in the garage. He would borrow people;'s cars (he didn't have one, claimed he was a true hermit) and drive me to all different types of churches all over LA and Orange County so I could experience how every different one works. In all of these travels I discovered one church that fit, that felt comfortable, and it was right down the street. St. Michael's Abbey. It's a Catholic boys school nestled in the hills near the mouth of Trabuco Canyon, a few canyons over. It smelled right, the songs were like heaven to hear, mass was conducted entirely in Latin but I learned to follow along, never took communiion because I was never baptized, but I felt they were on the same page as I was about reverence for the sacred feminine. The sanctuary has this real 50's modern feel to it, clean and sparse and organized. I just fell in love and consider it home.
It turns out they have acquired the property of Holtz Ranch with the hope of relocating the Abbey and boys school there. They are local, been in Trabuco nearly 50 years. They would preserve the landscape and honor the beauty of the field. AND I think that Holtz Ranch is a sacred place for some reason. I once saw a tree fall down there, I was standing in the right place at the right time, there's something about it, I couldn't be happier that the church that I love wants to build on the land that I love. I know my hippy friends will all fight it, but I think they are perfect for Holtz Ranch.
In case anyone wants to read the beautiful letter that made my day:
Who wouldn't want such well spoken, educated people who pursue a higher truth as neighbors? They even wore their vestments and walked in the little Christmas parade to make a presense in the community. So sweet.
I found my first dog in this building, or he found me. People from downtown would drive up to the canyon and drop off their dogs ALL THE TIME, and Holtz Ranch became the place abandoned dogs lived, we'd stop everyday and feed them, at one point there was a pack of about 10. One of them had a litter of THIRTEEN puppies!! Thirteen puppies who had never seen a human before. I walked into where she had them, in this building and they all ran, but one of them looked me in the eye and walked right up to me. He was brown. I took him home and gave him a bath, he was actually white. We gave all the puppies away, I kept Al. He lived to be 18, old enough to buy cigarettes and lottery tickets if he were actually my child. This is where I found him. Memories, shit. I'm a mess.
The perks of living near Hollywood...I have four "For Your Consideration" copies of Oscar movies I can watch. The Help and Bridesmaids I saw in the theater already. I also have The Descendants and The Artist. I know someone who was a driver, they still send him the movies and I wind up with them since he'd rather be playing online poker.
thinking women should not be allowed to BREAST FEED IN PUBLIC, I MEAN HELLOOOOOOO??!
So I take it it's a really slow news day in England.
You guys have a WAY different style of journalism than we do in America. I'm not saying it's bad, it's just different.
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I'm now a proper member of my local gym from today, so I've been trying to keep up my reputation there to visit it as many times I can in the week I think I might drop my NVQ Customer Services for this teaching course next month....I'm going to find out more!
Is this TMI?
Sister, I'm a pissant.