Oh yeah, the diary.

Ok, I really hadn't forgotten about you, my book of words, of photon illuminated pixels. It's just, well, there are points in my existance where everything seems such a burdon, even the laying down of words.

It's a holiday weekend. Meetings yesterday, Monday completely off. I have lettuce coming out my wazzoo at work. The greenhouse is about half full to capacity. It's actually living up to its name, and not just a glass house out in the back 40. On Monday, more then one group of munchkins literally took a collective gasp when they entered the greenhouse. I guess it really is looking quiet impressive. In any case I'm loving it.

The school district keeps throwing obstacles in my way, but really they seem to just do it cause they can. bastards. On tuesday the whole project was off. I didn't sweat it. I'm so used to, by this point, having the floor ripped out from under me. By Thursday it was a go again, and the district physical plant bigwig stating that it would be a model for the rest of the school district. I don't really about being anyones model, I just want to be able to carry out my vision without stumbling over the feet of some control freeks from central office.

Habibi is in Memphis. His niece has leukemia and St. Judes finally excepted her into their program. His sister-in-law, and two nieces flew into Memphis yesterday and he was there to meet them and help them get settled in. Poor little girl. She has been battling this disease for 3 years. From what I understand she will most likely be in remission and healing well after this bone marrow transplant. Habibi has such a good and pure heart. His actions impress volumes on my own heart. I LOVE HIM!

P.S. It's national coming out day. I've been out for 9 years today. Thank you Tina Jackson for being there, listening to me, holding me, reassuring me.