meet me in snohomish

How great is the town name Snohomish? It is in Washington. I think I will have to visit even if it is to only say, "Hey, you know where I've been? Snohomish! No really, Snohomish!" Of course, I'd have to begin the trip from Speonk. How many people can say they've gone from Speonk to Snohomish and back? I may be a trailblazer.

Anyway, enough with this silliness. How about some witty repartee? Anyone? Anyone?

Oh yeah, still not reconnected. This is another quick blog from work, so forgive the brevity. Loving the job, though the building of my client caseload has been slow going. I've been assured by the other therapists and my clinical supervisor that this will change and I will soon have little time to breathe. So, in the meantime, I have been preparing for the therapy group that will commence shortly. The plan is for it to be a part educational/part processing group with topics on health and wellness, and their effects on mental health. Sound good? It should be enjoyable.

Well, I need to finish up and prepare for my commute home. Incidentally, I have rediscovered some radio programs on Radio710 AM that I used to love out here in NY. Makes the commute quite enjoyable, though I am always open to some suggestions for books on CD. Anyone?

Cheers,
Melissa

vicarious living and polish reminiscing

I added a new blog to my "daily reading" list to the right. "The Traveling Schell Show" is penned by an old friend from high school who is currently traveling in Europe and writing about his experience. He emailed yesterday to send me the link.

I love the fact that he sent the message from Poland, since my Polish grandmother talked of the home land and her time there. I can still recite a Polish folk tale about a chicken, tell you "Today I am sad", "thank you", "grandmother" and "eat" in Polish. The "eat" is from my great grandmother who told me "Jeść, jeść! Or the little bear is going to come and eat your food!" Thanks for the eating disorder and paranoia of bears, Babcia! ha ha ha...I jest. Oh, and for the record, "shitski" is not really Polish...it was just a way for great grandmother to curse in front of us and try to make us think it was just a Polish word. Man, come to think of it, great grandma had some colorful language! I think that is more foreign language retention then my four years of Spanish in school!

Anyway, take a gander at his writing and have a vicarious trip through Europe. Suddenly, I'm craving babka, pierogis and chrusciki.