on Reading and Writing and All the Speculation In Between
Once again, I’m in Wisconsin. I even got here in time to witness the very late blooming of our lilac bush–and have a goofy picture of hubs in a close-up sniff-action to prove it. 😀 The act of taking that picture reminds me of all the laughs I’m missing while we’re apart, which is why…
Between work, school, and the remnants of a cold that had colleagues thinking I might give them the gift of a lung on a platter (truly, the gift that keeps on giving!), I didn’t have the energy to manage a productive week. I told myself, repeatedly, to suck it up so I’d have a day…
It’s been an interesting week. And it’s late, so this will be short. I was right to worry about the double class load, since I only just managed to turn in the second of the two papers due this week, which were piled on top of a quiz and four sets of discussion boards. But…
Once again it’s been two weeks since I last posted. I’m thinking … from here on out, you can expect that when I return from Wisconsin unaccompanied … there will be neither the energy nor the will for blogging on that day. Since that day is going to be a Sunday… there will be no…
I turned in my final. I’m now officially two semesters away from graduating. On December 19. Not that I’m counting down, or anything. 😉 The funny thing is, when I started the accounting class I just completed, I worried that the topic was so alien to me I wouldn’t even be able to pass it….
I got to come home this week again. And today I saw this image float by on my Facebook stream. I’ve always been a big fan of the “Neverending Story”–both in its movie and its original book form (Side note: Michael Ende wrote an amazingly deep, complex, and accessible story I actually got to study…
I know I should push myself to set some kind of measurable goals again… But it’s another one of those days where the road ahead of us invites that insidious depression that says there’s too much to do and finding our way to the end of this road is an intolerably long prospect. In the…
The end of the first round of ROW80 came this week, and brought the somewhat depressing realization that I’ve almost wholly missed the goals most important to me. Life decided to play a round of 52-card pick-up with me in January by forcing me out of my comfort zone. I’ve been hugely lucky about the…
Yeah, yeah… I skipped a week. I was returning from Wisconsin to Virginia last Sunday, and had neither the inclination nor the enthusiasm to blog about being separated again. Then, Monday night, I got my consumer buzz on: I spent *hours* at the local Toyota dealership making arrangements to add to our collection of Priuses….
I’m home. There are so many good things about that statement, and it’s too easy to take for granted. Even with Facetime, and seeing my husband’s smile remotely, there’s something in Fitzgerald’s line that makes being here to witness those smiles in person … more worth living. In fact, my husband sent me the link…