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Where does it end? Oregon?

It seems I will do almost anything to avoid my math homework … including writing a depressingly grim diary update. Yesterday’s headline story was Santa Cruz faces more bad news on budget front. And today’s … Budget woes expand in Santa Cruz. Although budget shortfalls and related work-worries never completely disappeared, they shifted from “Will the Center close?” to “Will we lose another position?” Guess what? Here we go again, right back where we started two and a half years ago, with a 4 million dollar budget gap. And that means the Community Center could close, along with a host of other P&R facilities, fire stations, etc. Only this time, we’ve already asked the voters (twice!) to approve new taxes or keep legally-challenged fees in order to save public services. Will they do it a third time? With gas prices nearing $3 a gallon, rampant layoffs, spiraling health care and housing costs? With everyone feeling the pinch?

So far, I feel numb. I can hardly take in that we’re here again. My role is different this time. And I personally have less to lose (at least economically-speaking, having already given up more than half of my income.) But if I lose my job, maybe that ten-year-plan of moving to Oregon moves up a notch.

But for now, back to my math … where every problem has a solution. That’s a good thing.

Happy Birthday, Mickey!

My little sister is 35 years old today (at least if I did my calculations right.) Where do the years go? Once upon a time she was my live doll-baby. I prided myself on being the best at getting her to stop crying and yep, I even changed her diapers (I didn’t make that up, did I, mom?) And as she grew from baby to little girl, she got cuter and cuter. (Dad, send me some pictures to add to this post … I don’t have any.) And her name evolved … from Michele to Mickey, then Mickey Mouse to Mickey Moose, which became Moosey Goosey (or something like that) and then Loosey Goosey. And now dad calls her Lucy. But I call her sister and friend. Happy Birthday, girlfriend!

Update: Dad came through and “got right on it” sending photos. Here are the first two. From baby to bull. More to come …