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I have about two hours of work to do, and only six hours in which to do it. So, I have been reading a few papers, then screwing around on the net or in the house for a while, then going back. Actually, I've been away for almost an hour this time, and so will have to go back and do a half dozen or so before I head out for groceries. It's kind of nice, and certainly a leisurely pace, but I feel like I'm not doing something. What? Well, okay, took the day off of working out. But, I do that twice a week anyway, so that's not so weird. David just called me, and we had a nice quick chat. I love him so much. Sometimes, talking to him on the phone for a minute or two is the high point of my day. The way I mean that is less sad than it reads. I think. Read another four homework assignments. They're...fine. Actually, for work from week 2 of Summer school, they're pretty good. The ones sticking it out--about 20 of them--seem fairly motivated, and the discussions have been solid. Already, the class is dividing itself into two piles: the talkers and the hiders. I don't know yet how much I'm willing to chase the hiders. Self motivation matters. Going to SJ to see my grandma this weekend. It will be good. She's almost 79, and not in the best health. Plus, she's a cool older lady and I really do enjoy her and rarely get to see her. Also, D & I will head over to Santa Cruz in the on season for the first time for me since I was a kid, and the first time ever for him. That should be great fun. As I recall, Santa Cruz is excellent people-watching, and a pretty good beach. So, much to look forward to this weekend. In a couple of weeks, I will go to see my mother. I was really struggling with ideas for her for her birthday, when it occured to me that what she'd most like is some company, so I decided to get out there and see her for a few days just after her birthday. It will be the first time I saw her on or about her birthday in seven years, I think, and so that will be nice for us both. Also, I never get out to Flag in the summer, and it's very nice there at this time of year, and it will be cool to remember that. Doesn't hurt that I'll get to see Aaron at least a little bit as well, so there's trip multi-tasking all around. Then, in August: Puerto Vallarta. Good times. I don't care if it is the "green" (read here: rainy as all get out) season. It's gorgeous and not at work or trying to buy a house or looking for new work during the worst economic times of my life or trying to find teaching gigs without a PhD while the market is flooded with professors and the education funding is non-existent. It's vacation. I love vacation. I'm worried about Melissa. One person's heart and body can only take so much. She needs for things to get better again. She needs to be loved, not for her body or for what she can do for people, but just for herself. She deserves that. It's time. Post a comment in response: |
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