One Down, Five To Go

I'm now able to call flip flops "thongs" without smirking or thinking about underwear.  I can hear bells ringing in my sleep, and almost wake up to go get the food from underneath the heat lamp. I have a permanent calcium build up in my hair from the tap water. I can do a decent hospital fold when I make a bed. The phrase "How are you going?" doesn't sound so strange anymore. I go for days not thinking about cell phones. I've accepted the fact that my floor will always have red dirt on it, no matter how many times I sweep. I can go for an entire conversation with an Aussie without saying, "...what?". I've started internet shopping as a way of passing the time. Yes, I've officially been at Glen Helen for a month.

One down, five to go. Arlo and I are planning to be here for a full six months, provided there is work here for us to do. It's starting to get a bit busy here. The month of July is almost completely booked, so I'm trying to appreciate my free time while I have it. I haven't been to town for over two weeks. It would be nice to get away from everything for a bit, but it's just not going to happen this week. It's hard to get away from work when I live at work without a car, but if I ever had to choose a place where I had to do such a thing, Glen Helen would be it. I'm very happy to be outside so much instead of stealing glimpses of sunshine out the window from an office chair. I'm glad to be away from the bustle of civilization. I try to remind myself every day how lucky I really am.