11:16 p.m. - Thursday, Aug. 19, 2004
The times, they are a-changing
Life is a bit weird. One phase over, another just beginning. Dear diary, you don't fit into the transition - you are for relating action and self analysis, for recording feelings and moments, for sharing and for celebration.

Transition is for rest, for sitting back, for letting a time of peace seep in before the tumult begins again.

Transition ends in just over two weeks. Then my teacher training will begin. This is momentous for me. For the first time in my life I will be studying for a career I want to pursue and that I long to excel at. In many ways I cannot wait.

My Bob has a job! Jeepers! Just west of London. He starts the middle of next month. It is just what he wants to do (really hard cutting edge maths and design analysis), and well paid. And in a nice part of the country...although I CANNOT believe we are going to be southerners!!! If you catch me saying 'barth', please shoot me! (I'm only half joking...I don't know ANYTHING about the south!!). It is sort of a job in defense work though, which I find a slightly bitter pill, but I trust Bob's ethics. He won't be working in weapons design, but he might well work on tanks etc. I don't like that, but the rest is so great...he needs a hard job as he is so clever, and hopefully God will continue to care for him, and give him work we both feel comfortable with him doing.

I'm sorry I've neglected you girls...this is just a sort of insular, thought-gathering time before real life hits again. I am happy, and well, and adjusting, so I suppose in most ways, life is grand.

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