Summer Blog
Seems that I can't find the inspiration to even jot down blog ideas these days. Not for lack of topics. I find myself consistently and constantly thinking, "I could blog about that." I never quite get around to it. Life is better when I blog about it...Because I slow down enough to think about the nuances and immensities of life. And its just good for me to write down something, anything.I noticed the other day that I have started biting my nails...I haven't done that in ages. Only when I am stressed. These days I am stressing about school coming too soon and yet somehow not soon enough. I can't wait to meet my new students, start a new year, in a new classroom, settle back into the joyous routine of a profession that seems quite perfectly suited for me. I love my job. But how did I miss that summer that I was looking forward to? The one where I had nothing planned but catching up on my reading? I have read about seven books this summer...I still have mountains of NEW books that I was looking forward to reading. Now I feel like I am out of time.
I am packing and getting ready for my next move to my new apartment. I think that I am equally excited and terrified about living alone. I wish that I could have my cat at this new apartment. It would make me feel better. I know that it sounds crazy (or maybe just a little to much like the "old cat lady" who lives with a million random strays) but I really would feel better just knowing that another living and breathing being is sharing my new space. Plus my vicious cat has always been good for keeping rodents and other pests down to a minimum. The good news is that I think that I am going to really love being on my own.
Today was a gorgeous example of how I am enjoying my summer. I went into Chicago with Lauren and Family (that makes them sound like some sort of insurance provider or something). Lauren and I did a fair amount of walking through the city before we met up with her parent's train. We took the train (and then a taxi) to the Museum of Science and Industry. It was fun to be a passenger and not a driver...Much more relaxing and daydreamish. It allowed for glorious views of lake and sky, clouds and sunshine. It was great. I think that the most amazingly wonderful and emotional exhibit was this one. And you thought that the baby chicks made me emotional...They've got nothing on the prenatal development one. And this one still just freaks me out and I can't stand to look at it. The bones are the worst part about it all...I just keep thinking, "The bodies were frozen and then carefully cut into sections with a band saw." And then I am clutching my stomach, covering my eyes and stumbling towards the stairs.
While we were downtown we signed up for a drawing: front row seats to tonight's performance of Wicked. We had to be present to win. We thought that it was certainly worth the shot. It turns out that they have this give away two hours before each performance...Tonight they gave away twenty seats. Sadly, we were not chosen. But it was still worth it. It was its own form of entertainment. Since I didn't get to see it tonight...I would just like to remind this vast audience of blog readers that tickets to this musical would certainly make you quite popular with me. Just in case you are looking for ways to get on my good side. ;)
I am also going to Great America this weekend; picking up the most gorgeous dress I have ever had the opportunity to wear; playing nerts with people that love the game just like I do; and finishing a great book. My life is sweet. My summer has been excellent, which is perhaps the most obvious reason for my nail biting/anxious behavior when I consider the rapidly approaching changes. Why change something that is already so great? I have loved this summer. I am looking forward to routine, my job, and my new apartment. What do I have to worry about?
See, I told you that blogging is good for me...I feel free again. Thank-you.
posted by Trisha @ 9:35 PM
