Darkness lasted an eternity this morning and I was grateful
for it. There hadn’t been the forceful blasts
of cool air from the fan in the window, yet the tiniest of chilly tendrils of
air kept me comfortable as my duvet and pillows embraced my body. Long awakenings bring me pleasure, for I am
spared the sudden changes in conscious states of Being.
A wonderful conversation with a friend brought excitement of
what’s to come. I thought I was a Lover
of Autumn, for I sorely welcome the change from too much sun and too much heat
to cool(er) days, clouds, rain. Yet I am
noticing this year, in particular, that I am anxiously awaiting the Fests of
Summer. Escape, Music, Friends. But, let’s not lie – it’s because of my 39
year old child, my baby, my Westy. Work
was Parent’s Appreciation Day and we only had one set of parents in our
class. Our class is the class of many
throw-away children…which breaks my heart, yet there are also the parents who
dearly love their kids, encounter many difficulties. I empathize with those parents because I was,
due to circumstance, such a child. During
PE, I was privileged to hear conversations of “normal” teens…talking about sex
and who fucks whom, “she’s a bigger slut than me,” masturbation and the guy who
“doesn’t even need to touch his dick and he comes.” Really. This is frequent high school talk nowadays… It is at this point that I would like to A)
Proclaim my gratitude that I am no longer in high school; B) Apologize for any
such behaviors which were a direct behavioral result of my head injury; and C)
Find a location in the an isolated area where my kids can attend school until
they are responsible, young adults.
I tried making a breakfast for the kids the way I remember
(key phrase) Jen explaining to me with dough and cinnamon sugar. Ethan was, obviously, not very conversational
with me, but Mags was normal. The
breakfast turned out not-so-great, yet she dutifully packaged three up “to save
for school,” but I honestly don’t see how she could have liked them. I put a whole chicken (which had a dry rub on
it) in the crock pot for later…healthy eating is on the horizon…somewhere <except
for Nacho Thursdays…oh, man! I can’t wait til Thursday!!>
After work, I headed immediately to the mechanic where it was determined that an electrical short (or something similar) is taking place in the car because the engine is fine <more than fine, actually>. First of next week is the first available appointment, so there we go. I headed home, grabbed books ‘n salad and off to the last night of class. My first night there were people in their last class and many declared how quickly the time had passed. I disagree: it has been a long 3 years, but it has been a good road. I have met many interesting people and I am still no closer in deciding which population I prefer, but this will come in time. I began this wanting to work in the prisons with inmates (which still interests me), so I’ll see where Universe wants me.
I am very excited about Hipnic tickets going on sale tomorrow and I hopehopehope I am able to get a car pass, too. We have testing tomorrow, which screws up the schedule, so I’m not sure I can get to a computer, but again, I wasn’t initially planning on going, due to my graduation, so if I’m not supposed to be there…. Big fingers crossed!!
Pictures: Black Converse and a little Rasputin never hurt anyone; Beautiful clouds over campus; A sign at the campus where I help with group; My last night of class.
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