 That Lonesome Whistle |
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It's going to be a rainy and dreary weekend here, but that's okay. Tonight I plan to stay in, carouse with the dogs who've been cooped up all day because of the rain, and organize what I'm taking to Karla's mom's to try and sell in her garage sale in the morning. Tomorrow I'll get up absurdly early and head over there with my boxes of videos and books and sheets and comforters that do nothing but sit on shelves collecting dust or in closets taking up space. I've added a bunch of the videos I'm selling to my wish list so I'll remember to start collecting them on DVD. I think I'm skipping tailgating tomorrow because the weather will be so assy. I'm definitely going to the Georgia game so I guess I'll just save up my team ardor until then. I'd really like to see Camp upon Andrew's recommendation. I just kind of want to hibernate this weekend. Last night I went out for sushi with my sister. And I talked about how simple my life is right now. Work, where I just got a great employee evaluation and ranked 6++++ on a score of 1 to 6 on professionalism, and where I am daily frustrated by our new computer system from hell. "Elizabeth has genuinely superior writing skills." And "She has also worked with our students in explaining how to do this writing, so she's a writing teacher as well." And "Her oral communication skills are excellent." That's what my boss wrote. Along with some other really nice stuff, like "Elizabeth's work with other staff members, either by doing some task for them or providing guidance for them, is a real contribution to our division and our staff -- and her helpful attitude about this and all she does is also a special asset. Great performance on your job, Elizabeth!" It went on for nine pages. So work is good. It's very boring this time of year, but it's good, and it will get super busy again soon enough. So, there's work. And yoga class. And trying to get out there in the afternoons and walk or run or whatever I can do. And frankly? There's not much else. I'm so interested in what other people are doing ... babies about to be born, moves being planned, gigs being played, I mean, everyone has stuff going on that interests me a lot and that I want to hear about. But I feel like I don't have much to share in return. Like, when people ask me what's new, I tell them that I'm ripping up my carpet and replacing it with tile and getting a splint for my jaw and wrestling with the cats in the futile attempt to trim just one damn claw. And that I'm scouring for information about whether the Simon and Garfunkel tour is coming anywhere near me. And that is what is new. In my life. And it's all so even-keeled and simple, but for now, I think it's what I need. I like the calmness, the steadiness, the predictability. I even like all the time I spend alone so much that I'm starting to think I could be alone forever and it would be okay. I've been able to remind myself of all that I love about living alone. I don't miss S.'s nasty mugs of congealed cereal and milk or his smelly socks on the floor or his fingernail bitings on the coffee table. I still see them everywhere So here it is: nothing's new. Nothing's changing. Right now, I have a simple life. But I kind of like it. 
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I sent this link to my friend who lives in Jersey City, who said she'd keep an eye out for Don on the PATH. She was in the city that day, too, so she understands. |
