November 1st! This is crazy. By the time November gets here, the year is essentially over. The mad rush to the end is dizzying. True to form my workload for this week is inhuman. Presented the book report on Monday ....no one died from it (including me). The ambiguity of the term creative is both confusing and liberating. If no one know, concretely what it is, then it's hard to not be accepted as a creative. Hmmmmm.
Adult Ed has spoiled me. Having a cohort of colleague/students since 2007 makes it easy to forget the effort required to be accepted by an established group of students and instructors. I also easily forget how low my "good first impression" quotient is. That's an important thing to have always before you. It's such a relief when the acceptance reaches the tipping point. The stress of pushing up that ramp is akin to a draft horse pulling an overloaded wagon in circles....monumental effort without any accomplishment, so to speak. I'll get out of the ruts eventually. It's just lonely until it happens.
Very enjoyable evening spent in respite in the media room. I need to soundproof that room. I am torn between time with the husband and working on the projects I have looming. I can't seem to do both concurrently. I either sit with him glued to the TV or I'm sequestered in my room working. I read an article about the preponderance of loneliness of 50 somethings. They will go shopping, not to buy or communicate but just to be in the same vicinity of other people. Maybe that's how he can pass depression tests. He's not depressed...just lonely. He needs another wife....right now I'm a grad student and I can't do both of those well concurrently either! lol
2 comments:
That's how I feel with James. I feel like he needs more attention that I can't give him. They should start getting together more to help us stop from feeling guilty.
Good plan...let's give them a project to do together...like cleaning both of these houses!!!
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