It's funny trying to balance on the line between healthy venting and just whining. I want to be honest here, and honest is that I am struggling, but I don't want to be struggling, and I don't want to post things that make all the comments begin with "I'm sorry" because I'm supposed to be funny, dammit, and it gives me morning-after vulnerability hangover, so for now I'm going to pretend Surly Monday didn't happen.
At the beginning of fall I declared that I was going to sit in my swinging chair on the back deck and read more than I usually do. Until the rain set in, I was fairly successful in achieving this goal. For a while I could sit in the chair and read and then look up at the flowers that were still in bloom, and look over and see the sun sinking over my neighbours' yard.
Sometimes the neighbours' dog (Lucy's older sister) would come over, and then it would be harder to read my book.
I went to visit Eve in Hamilton near the end of September. Friday night soon after I got there we picked up my former professor and her daughter to go out for dinner. When I first had her as a prof I hadn't realized how new to professor-ing she was, and she said she thought I was brilliant and didn't like her, and we howled at the realization of our dueling impostor syndromes. I've known her kids since they were very small, and the fact that her granddaughter now adores Eve is both surreal to me and very lovely. We visited them all at their cottage in the summer when we went to Thunder Bay for the memorial for my mother in law.
|Eve and my tiny professor, who is wearing a shirt I made her thirty years ago|
I am pro-candy corn and because of the diabetes I count them now and can tell you how many I've eaten this month: 27, or about 1.5 (skimpy) servings according to the bag.
I love that you've kept in touch with a professor for so long. Did I just call you old? Well, we're the same age at least. I chuckled at how you thought you wanted to live in your college town and that you are happy to go back to your home in the burbs now. How great that you found last minute housing. Sounds like a wonderful visit.
OMG, the candy corn bit killed me. I side with Eve here. Candy Corn is a little bit of heaven in my estimation.