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The last few weeks have been completely hectic. I don't think I've even turned my computer on once in the last two weeks. I might have checked email at work as recently as several days ago. Sigh.

We've been working on our second annual holiday fundraiser: we layered the dry ingredients for five kinds of cookies/brownies in 192 quart-sized mason jars last Thursday and Friday, and the last couple days we put fabric squares, ribbons and hang-tags on all of them. Plus we beribboned 44 poinsettias (five varieties). At our sale today we also sold handmade birdhouses (one of the teacher's dad makes 'em up in Napa, and gives us a bunch every year), cranberry raisin bread and bags of pre-baked cookies. It was exhausting and fun, this whole process. The kids did lots of math: Before we could fill the jars, they had to figure out how much of each ingredient they needed for x12-ing (or in some cases, x36-ing) their recipe. We ended up buying 75 lbs. each of flour, white sugar, and chocolate chips, 50 lbs. of brown sugar, 4 Costco sized boxes of oats.... It was insane. Truly.

But, we raised a bunch of money for our Gold Country field trip and for Adopt-A-Minefield, which the students got really interested in when we were doing our UN thing in NY. So, that was good.

Anyway, I'm pretty wiped out from that whole deal, but before I go to sleep, I just have to relate the fact that I had a chance encounter with a cute boy!

Prior to that, though, I should mention that I decided it was time for me to stop dating Jed. It was always meant to be temporary, as he is a non-monogamous, not-interested-in-having-children kind of guy (and also, by the way, a FABULOUS rebound sweetie, as well as an extremely excellent friend. I highly recommend him in both capacities), and my end goal was (and is) a long-term monogamous relationship that involves raising kids. And I realized that for me, I just couldn't pursue the long-term goal while I was actively engaging in the temporary one. So it was time, and Jed gave me a very official certificate of graduation from the Hartman School of Rebound Relationships, in which it is proclaimed that I am now "fully qualified to seek fulfilling, lasting relationships with the person(s) of [my] choice." So there. Adjusting to having a friendship with Jed that doesn't involve me sleeping over has been a little bit more difficult than I expected, but I am glad to say that we are adjusting, and we are still good friends. Yay for that, because having Jed in my life has come to mean a great deal to me.

And now that I am psychically and emotionally and etc. available, I'm on the lookout. And on Sunday, I had a chance encounter. Except it turned out that I was a total dork and made a crucial error. Sigh. (I should know by now to never call any entry "quick." It's like a curse of Babel or something.) I was walking back to my apartment from getting my hair cut downtown, desperate to get home and rinse off my head to get rid of that horrible itchiness that comes from having little tiny pieces of hair all over the back of one's neck. Approaching me, headed downtown, there was.... you guessed it, a guy! He was carrying a satchel and he had a guitar on his back. I almost didn't say anything, because I used to be so chicken about stuff like this, so afraid of rejection, but this is the new me, so I asked him, "Are you by any chance going to a jam?" I think he thought I was asking about the jam, not a jam, 'cause he said, "Oh, is there a jam?" I told him probably, because it was Sunday, there would be a jam somewhere, at least a bluegrass one (not having any idea what kind of music he played on that guitar). He said, "Oh, no, I'm going to a friend's house in Los Gatos to play bluegrass, though." Hooray! Cute and plays bluegrass! And then, just as I was exclaiming about that (the playing bluegrass part, not the cute part), he had passed me and had turned around to keep talking to me (a good sign), and then he got this horrible look of consternation on his face, opened his bag, and said his drink had opened up and spilled all over his bag (which seemed to happen when he turned around to talk to me, horrors!), and then he said he was late and was going to miss his bus, so I said I wouldn't keep him, wished him fun playing, he told me to take care, and off we went.

Aarrrrgh! I didn't ask his name! I didn't tell him mine! On my way home I hatched a silly and spontaneous plan: I quickly rinsed my head off, put on a non-hair-covered shirt, grabbed my guitar, threw it in the car, and drove the five or six blocks to the downtown bus station, hoping he'd missed his bus and I could offer to drive him over the hill to Los Gatos. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. :( Well, I suppose he was glad to make his bus, but if he'd missed it, he would have gotten a ride from a cute bluegrass-guitar playing girl!

I console myself with the fact that a) I managed to approach him and start a conversation, which was a success in and of itself, and b) if he's a Santa Cruz local who plays bluegrass, it's quite likely I'll run into him again sooner or later, and c) he's not the only single male bluegrass musician in the Santa Cruz area, at least not according to my sister. Of course, her taste in men is often quite different from mine, but presumably single is single.

Okay, that was my oh-so-quick update :) and it's really time for me to go to bed now.

Only two more days and then it's two weeks' vacation!


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