These are the things I’d like to fling/change/get rid of.
Distance, great and small, between friends. I am missing my tribe. Those who not only know my roots, but share them with me. I need some face-to-face, individual time with some certain people who make me feel hopeful, and loved, and warm just by being in their presence. I am blessed to have a few friends such as these, but my access to them is severely limited, and they are in high demand, so even phone time hasn’t been very good lately.
The fact that nobody in my family, to my knowledge, reads me. I know that this can actually be a blessing, and that I should be careful what I wish for yadda yadda yadda. I don’t expect them to read my academic work… but this? This little blog of whatever… it matters to me. I wish that they would take the time to look at it once in a while. Marge Piercy writes, “The real writer is one/ who really writes. Talent/ is an invention like phlogiston/ after the fact of fire./ Work is it’s own cure. You have to/ like it better than being loved.” I don’t think I like writing more than being loved, but it would be nice if the ones I love would occasionally see what I do.
School starting eeeearly this year. Yes, I will be glad to have that extra-long Christmas break, but this was one seriously short summer, folks.
Things to keep:
progress and productivity–in great and small ways. Last weekend while the girls were trapped inside on a rainy afternoon (not conducive to research/writing) I conquered the laundry mountain that has been regenerating all summer long on my laundry-room floor. I have had a breakthrough on the thesis (no, it’s not done yet, but this breakthrough was MASSIVELY helpful). And finally, my classroom is ready for the first day of school, so I don’t have to go in a day early to get things set up. It’s already done.
My husband, my dear, sweet husband who is kicking booty on fence building. Who despite working on the fence after coming home from work yesterday, and despite needing to get an early start this morning, took me out for a late dinner and (on a whim) an even later movie last night. We saw Julie & Julia. I liked it, but I would not necessarily recommend it to all. To find it enjoyable, you will need to be interested in food and writing (two winners for me there) and NOT expect a big climactic conflict or ending. It’s based on two true stories, and not everybody’s life has exploding things or unsurvivable weather events to overcome. So, it is what it is. Meryl Streep is wonderful, and I will see anything that she is in. Except Mamma Mia. Watching a movie based on ABBA music is as appealing to me as cleaning an oven or scooping up dog poo out of the backyard. It would feel like a chore. And it might be a wonderful movie. I just won’t know.
Okay, so how about you? What do you want to launch far, far away from here?