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Work was more complicated, practicing the minute details of partial flood zones in regards to properties and structures. There is something humorous about the knowledge that soon I will be randomly knowledgable about a paticular state's flood zones and patterns. The tentative assignment is for Colorado, though it may change.

I enjoy working with Linda in my time on the floor. She has that effervescent quality, something bright in the way she smiles and moves. We laugh a lot while we work. I shared my pie with her, and she was quite taken with it. We practiced some scaling of lots on the maps, and I think I have conquered my biggest fear in regards to the job.

We also toured the order processing center, and I think if I were to move to another department at some point, it might be there. The lure of the enormous high speed scanner is irresistable. It's an interesting process, despite the massive quantities of entry involved at different levels.

My head aches a bit, from the lack of sleep in recent days and from squinting at tiny numbers on subdivision maps.

My sister reappeared again last night apparently. I'm a bit peeved that my mother is letting her stay in the house, despite the fact that she has not sworn off Dimwit. As Reive said, rules don't work if they get bent or broken right off. It sounds perhaps selfish and cold, but if she's going to make the choice to do stupid things, we shouldn't be providing her with any help to do them. Add to that, I worry about her stealing things from the house for various and well founded reasons. I still don't have the sweater back that she took last week.

I want to stay in the apartment tonight, even if I won't sleep well. I don't want to be around my sister, and I would much rather stay to keep Melynda company. It has always felt more like home to me anyhow, because I've been out of that house for nearly four years now. Funny how that changes, the places we think of as home.

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W-2 issues resolved, as my former place of employment is resending it today. Seems it was sent to the wrong address. Ah, the joy of doing my taxes. I really don't mind actually. Even during the years when I had to figure out the capital gains worksheet, it was never so bad. I'm lucky.

Hanging out with Melynda, watching movies again. I've been worried that with my new schedule and the necessity of staying at the house I wouldn't get to see her as often. But, so far, so good.

just as he is sharing our story, others are sharing his

Currently reliving a lot of childhood fears while watching The Neverending Story with Melynda. The Nothing scared me, still scares me in some philosophical way.

Every part, every creature of it is a piece of the dreams and hopes of mankind. Therefore it has no boundary.

But why is Fantasia dying then?

Because have become to lose their hopes and forget their dreams... because people who have no hopes are easy to control.

It's a strange thing, this movie, and I haven't watched it in a long time, and full of a profound sadness for a children's movie. There are things that remind me of myself, and the way I was as a child. You can't quite understand the name he calls out at the end, and I think that is part of the magic of the story.

For some reason, the children in this are rather good. They are real and fantastic at once.

Reive's eloquent post on talismans has been in the back of my mind since I went to bed this morning, and it lingers. The things we carry with us to remind us of moments and dreams and ideas