Deleting Divergence

Today it struck me that I've been spewing smatterings of disjointed bits and pieces, of which only a small portion is intelligible to someone other than Myself or Those Involved. This device has also been handy in keeping me from having to share how I really see things. I've become to my blog as Lt. Henry is to A Farewell to Arms: a strangulated character with little or nothing to stay except to report on the state of things as they are. No further elaboration.

Life in general, then? Despite the complicity of my current situation, i've felt rather simple. There is the soft simple feel to every day. Nothing feels forced or stressful.

I wake up in the mornings to a fair amount of light pouring in through my three big windows. Sometimes Mike knocks on my door to make sure I am awake. I am usually awake, but still unwilling to remove myself from the wonderful, warm, wrapped in comfortableness. After a moment, i'll climb out, shivering a little and fold in my couch and fold up my blankets. I get dressed and promise myself i'll take a shower at night since Mike always takes his in the mornings. By 8:50 we are out the door and Mike drops me off a 10 minute walk from my office. I am usually the first customer in at CeeCee's, our Campus Convenience Store, and the guy at the register is always smiling at me. I usually get some sort of muffin for sustinance. I then go to work, process the basics for the morning and wait for the Boss to come in. We both head down to CeeCee's again, where the guy at the register is still smiling, and this time the Boss buys us some coffee and makes a joke about how he get's more work out of me when I've got a coffee and breakfast in me. We laugh and go back up through the back-way (there is a passage or two in the building that noone knows about) and I spend my work days between work and internet browsing, trying to learn French, e-mailing friends and sometimes going outside to enjoy the sun when there is some, which there hasn't been much, lately. Sometimes I curl up on the couch with the Antique Office Blanket and read. I fell asleep once. Summers are slow like that, but only for now. Sometimes, like now, i'll write in my blog.

At 3:00 I close up and walk to class where I sit in the same seat every day, or close to it. I always show prepared, so the two hours go by quickly. I enjoy being there, and the other students sense it from my enthusiastic hand-raising. By five-twenty I smile at the Professor with the smile that says Thank You for a Lovely Class and I Can't Wait to Do it Again Tomorrow and walk over to the library where I check my e-mail, rent new foreign and odd movies and read and get in touch with the Artist to possibly plan the afternoon. Sometimes I walk the hour-to-an-hour-and-a-half walk home when the weather is nice and just watch the world go by as I get a little exercise. Depending on the evening the Artist and I will stay in doing Nothing Much at All but having a Ridiculously Good Time doing it or go Out and About and still Have Fun. Tuesdays I teach 6-8. Thursdays I eat yummy Chilean fare with CiCi and Nelson and talk about moving to Santiago and the political and social problems of our respective countries. Saturdays in the afternoon I teach and I try to relax all weekend and read and write and learn about the Artist and myself a little, too.

I guess it doesn't sound all that exciting. But when I am searching the DVD shelves at the Library, or discussing Jazz and Christianity with the Boss, I just feel really nice. I'm content with how things are, content with the quality of the papers i'm turning out, content with the Artist, content with my now 30 hour a week job, content with my prospects for September. I haven't felt this "content" for a while. I don't know what brought on the change, but i'm grateful to God for it and hope the feeling sticks.

But if it doesn't, i'll do as I always have, roll with the punches...