making it official
Friday 7 September 2007 | I like a cookie
Okay, I give up. Nuncle! I had big plans for a comeback post, plans which went up in flames when my beloved G5 started getting kernel panics (that’s Mac for “crashing”) Friday a week ago. (The Brujo says, “I now what I’m going to call it when you go under your desk now…it’s a kernel panic!”) The gleaming white beauty came back from the Apple technicians on Wednesday all fixed up, a mere $200 to replace some bad RAM; but then yesterday I got my first wad of (34!) student papers. Which are all unspeakably awful. (What about this assignment did they not understand?! We went over it, and over it….) Then too there’s me trying to keep my head above the raging waters with reference to two academic courses and a writing workshop; I thought I might even post poems, ha ha, ha ha! The Brujo likes them so far, and so does Walt Whitman, but my workshop colleagues, all of whom are in their early twenties, think I am Mad. Eh bien. Will I last out the entire program? I know not; just lasting this semester will test my reserves as it is. Fortunately there’s plenty of good news too. I adore the Brujo, we think this place is utterly insane and we have a blast (literally, as in a furnace) together; we finally found the palateria; I joined Netflix today; and the readings for my magical realism course are salvation (salivation is a gift from God) in paperback form. Also, I continue to be addicted to cloth pads (?! in the lingo, I’m a hyena) and their many patterned colorful beauties. I seem to be teaching well, and I enjoy it, but oh God, these papers. And then too there is a great lack of progress on personal business fronts such as: finding a new therapist/psychiatrist, buying a bicycle, writing letters to Santa Fe beloveds. I know, the first of these is kind of crucial, but I’ve been keeping a close eye on my med stash and so far I’m fine. But soon, soon. Then there’s just the general daily orderly chaos of a house with a boy and a dog and a cat and two yards, laundry and lawn work and dishes and groceries and picking up things off the floor and paying bills and depositing checks (but thank God there are checks to be deposited). And now it’s 3:30 pm, I’ve been successfully procrastinating on paper comments since 9:30 this morning, the Brujo will soon be home from school and even Pyewacket’s awake from her nap and is glaring at me grouchily from the carpet. I miss this blog like you would not believe. Or, well, maybe you would. Anyway, I should just clear my throat and admit what’s actually happening and make it a decision rather than another undone thing about which to feel guilty every day: so, she said with a firmness belying her wobbly resolve: October 1. That’s when the Un will be back online. And it’s more the pity because I’ve half-finished somewhat redesigning things (a third column!) and that will have to wait as well. Oh, it’s hard to end this post. I love you all! Never change.
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