Photoessay #2034 - Vistas

Quiet day today.  I wrote my first draft of my piece for Theo's advanced memoir class.  I read it to my inner circle group yesterday and decided it needed more JUICE, really get at that resentment.  Substantially revised it this morning and sent it to my regular writing group.  Also went to the LDS Family Search to look at a tape of property records for 1860s New Haven.  Got nowhere.

Let's look at some pictures from last weekend.  Usually when I'm up at the Lundsten's beautiful house in the woods at Fidalgo Island, I'm taking pictures looking west, over Pass Lake, over Puget Sound to the northeastern part of the Olympic peninsula.  Stunning, always.

This time, we went of a (very short) hike with 3 1/2 year old Jordan and Teddy to this view looking east, looking over Fidalgo Island, the edge of the Skagit Valley to the Cascades and Mount Baker.  Pretty impressive, also.  Mark, Teru and Dennis up on the hill, just chatting and enjoying ourselves.

The piece I'm writing is about the loss of my job and I'm acknowledging (not really surprised) how just how angry and ticked off I am about the whole thing.  Still.  Even now.  I was so set up by a supervisor who truly wanted me out of there.  I know, I know, why would somebody do this, but it does happen.  I'm writing about it and wow, even though it was 2 1/2 eyars ago, I'm still resentful and extremely annoyed.  How stupid is that?  The end of that job (I'd worked for them for 14 years!)  really didn't harm me except in my head.  Which does count for something.  Actually, it was very well-timed, allowed me to spend as much time as I needed to in the Midwest during my mother's final months.  And opened many doors for me.  One thing about not making much money is that you don't miss it much when it's gone!