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...

Taking spaces.

I hate to fight with my blog, so we've taken a weekend off from each other.

Really, i've just been unrelentlessly busy. Recap, shall we?

Friday: Went to Ocean Palace and not Hong Kong Bakery. Artist met The Gang. Drank tea. Ate Moo Shoe. Can't spell it. Drank Tsing Tao Too. Went well. Still no movie.

Saturday: Hong Kong Bakery "to go" for breakfast before teaching class. Freshly baked. Artist approves. Our students are slowly starting to suspect, one by one, that there may be a thing between the Artist and I. Or they just know. Carlos knows. He is taking his exam within the week and since he had been one of my students, I hope he passes. There was a woman who came from the local Public Access Channel to see what we do and talk about us on her (show?). Tres ANNOYING. Spend afternoon lolling around Lark Street and Washington Park for Art on Lark. Spend a good deal of time in the bookstore on Lark that is closing down. Bought a French textbook from the late 80s. Looked at Art. Looked at Artist more than Art. Went back to Artist's place where he made yummy crepes of a kind I haven't had since I was in Paris in '03. Next time i'm trying the one with sugar and lemon juice. Witnessed the forging of a Joint Business Venture between the local Starbucks and Liquor store. Wine-tasted (argentina, OK. port, too tawny) I forget the rest. It's not Woot Woot, it's Woop Woop but I was right about it being an Australian wine. Don't know what a punt is for, still-- but according to the all knowing internet noone really knows what it's for so we should all just give up now. Went back to my place, finally watched Life is Beautiful (of which the Artist slept through 30%) and drank my 1998 Crianza Rioja.

(side note): Finished my 1998 Crianza last night, alone.

Sunday: Hong Kong Bakery for breakfast. Again. Meet the friends there. This time all the pastries were still warm while we had a chance to inhale them. Decide to go watch the World Cup soccer stuff with the boys. Roland convinces me to go get food with him, to keep him company. He buys me a Coolata as a thank you. I spend next few hours vomiting the Coolata, then falling asleep and thus missing the game. Around 5 (?6, 7), we go to Red Robin's in Latham Farms and I get French Onion soup and salad. I spend the evening drinking wine (supra), reading A Farewell to Arms and cuddled up under my blanket cause my room was freezing. Tried to get to sleep early. Did, sort of.

Today: At work. Just finished a cream cheese bagel. Not craving Hong Kong Bakery. Artist leaves for Cali for a week tomorrow, so it's good-bye tonight. Wondering how the rest of the week will go.

In other news, it appears Tom (not the director) is no longer ignoring me so that's good. I got to look at the photo book about Chile. I can't wait to see it with my own eyes, if I do. Not looking forward to working a 30 hour week, this week. It's cold in the office and it's supposed to rain this week. Also, the elephant is certainly out of the closet, or living room, but we've allowed him to chill out on the bed, as long as he doesn't cause any trouble. It's not so bad for now, he's really a very tiny elephant, but he's growing fast.

I hate my penchant for analogy-zing.

Oh, I got an A on my 10 page.

Go me!