The home stretch
As you can tell from the relative sparseness of posting lately, there’s not much going on these days about which I can write, so, alas, empty space. There are just a few weeks left of school and I am trying to get a handle on the end of my first year in a new job and career. I am very, very lucky to have chosen something which allows this breathing room, but on the other hand, the gig is so intense, I’d probably keel over without it.
Summer plans are going like this:
If I get a grant for which I applied, two weeks working on curriculum. If not, two weeks working on curriculum without a grant.
A week at Carnegie-Mellon to study robotics. Fun! I love robotics. I love learning. I have never been to Pittsburgh. Naturally, I’m taking the train.
After, I am going on to Cleveland to see the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, something I’ve always wanted to do. Because it’s getting tacked on to the professional development portion, all I pay is the fare from Pittsburgh to Cleveland and the hotel. Woot!
I am trying to fit in a trip to see a dear friend, and a place I have never been. I mean, I will go, I just have to find the best time around her and my schedules. It will be awesome. I do not think it will be a train trip, though.
The Great Real Estate Hunt. I think this will take up a lot of the summer, but it has been revised somewhat. As soon as it comes together a bit more, I’ll be able to talk about it without seeming insane. As insane.
Decluttering! I must declutter, whether I sell this place or not. After ten years in one apartment, you accumulate stuff without having reason to get rid of anything. Soon, you are stepping over piles of things to reach other things. Not good. This summer. This.summer.
Books! I have a lot of books I want to read. I need a hammock and a view, but maybe I’ll just sit in the air-conditioning and look at that spot on the wall that needs a picture but I never decided which one after the remodel.
Seeing people. Do you live here? Want to see a movie or have coffee? Or hey, do you want to visit? Come visit! You can tell me what to do with that spot on the wall.
And of course, The Open. David Nalbandian lost today at the French. I just hope he hangs on long enough to allow me to see him lose live in August.
So there you have it. I probably won’t have much in the next few weeks unless some other musician dies.
This was my favorite song by her back then.
“Or hey, do you want to visit?”
I’ll be there in November!
I just heard about your boy losing at the French. Too bad. I do hope you get to see him later on.
I liked Pittsburgh, when I went to a few games 10 years ago. Nice people [except in the stadium], prettier city than I expected. I also liked the R&R HOF and the Indians stadium a lot. I hope you get to go to both cities and have fun.
I wish I could come visit you. Maybe some day–or meet me in Baltimore. I’m afraid the O’s are starting to fall apart.
I wish I could afford to come visit you right now because I would.
And I adored Donna Summer. I played her records and danced and sang as if I were Donna Summer. Although I couldn’t quite pull off the hair.
Beth, November is not the summer! Although I would not complain if summer lasted till November. Also, that’s what you said last year!
Elena, we did say we would meet before the Os fell apart and I think it’s too late. I will be down to Baltimore several times this summer, though.
Rachel, I wouldn’t even take you to a “BBQ” place this time.
I didn’t think that March was summer either, and yet it was 80 on my birthday! Thanks, Al Gore!
Only Dan was going to be there last year, I was planning on being as large as a house and camped out on my couch at home.