If everything goes well, I'll graduate from NAU next December (December '09) with a Bachelor of Science in Nursing. I'll be going home to Tucson to work at Tucson Medical Center. I'm starting to feel that I'm almost ready to adopt a pet again. And, while I figure a cat is a good choice, I'm also thinking about a Greyhound.
There's a retired racing Greyhound adoption organiation in Tucson that looks like a good bunch of people. And there's a book on adopting racing greyhounds that the rescue folks recommend.
There's usually a bunch from the greyhound rescue at the Arizona Ren Fair. I anticipate that I'll spend some time talking with them this year. I used to live with three Border Collies, and I know that I don't want that much work again. But I have heard that Greyhounds are a lot less work than working dogs such as BCs. A furry friend and companion, yes. A full-time job? No, thanks.
I've been working on renders of the starship on and off most of the day, today. It's a slow process, because you do something, render, wait for the image to develop, decide what you want to change, write the code, render, wait... and so on.
It's August 4. I got out of the Navy on August 3, 1991. I've been out for eleven years. If I were still in, I'd be coming close to finishing my fourth enlistment. I'd certainly be a Chief Petty Officer; maybe an actual officer, through the Limited Duty Officer program. I'd be one enlistment away from retirement.
I got out for a variety of reasons. I wanted to make something of my life... I haven't done a startlingly good job of that. I didn't think that it would be good for having a family, being away from them as often as the Navy requires... I don't have a family.
Sometimes I think about it; sometimes I wonder what things would have been like, if I'd stayed in.
I talked with my favorite chat partner today. As life goes, she's not in... quite... such dire straits anymore. That's good. As much as I'd like it if she were to come to Arizona, to Tucson, I'd hate it if she came, if I suspected that she came, because she had no other choice. I'd hate to set up that kind of power relationship.
Now, as I'm working on the starship's nacelles, I'm watching an episode of the series Adoption on the Hallmark channel. It's sponsored by the Dave Thomas foundation... Dave himself, though best known for being the founder of Wendy's, adopted several children, and was a very big advocate of adoption.
I would like to be a father. I think that I'd be a good parent... or at least, that I'd usually be a good parent. I don't always feel that way. Sometimes, I think that I'd alternate between spoiling a child, and ignoring the child.
At the same time, I don't think that I should pass on my genes. There's nothing special about them, and there are problems... a history of various diseases, including two kinds of cancer.
If I'm still single by the time I finish becoming a doctor, I'll adopt. I think a single pediatrician will be able to pass through the screening process.
And then, I'll raise a daughter... or two.
Or at least, that's my dream.
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