Eric just left. I'm glad he came over, spent some time, went to a completely unimpressive movie with me tonight, ate too much popcorn and candy. It cheered me.
Today was the physical crash after a week of manual labor, emotional stress and problem-solving. The weather didn't make it any easier: it was hot and oppressive. Not the honest bright heat of a mid-summer afternoon: the throes of a dying star. I had difficulty making myself move through it.
In the morning I wrote a report and sent it to the people at my work. Then I showered, dressed, and got downtown to talk to the tax people. Its something I've dreaded and needed to do for months. Its been top of my list. The result was far clearer and less difficult than I'd feared.
At the Navy Memorial, I lay on the hot granite, next to the rushing water, and meditated,
I read "Jip en Janneke" on the trainride home. I don't want to lose the language skills I've gained. The new semester of classes starts this week but I won't be there. If I leave, it will be fairly soon and I shouldn't lock myself in for another six months. I'll just have to continue learning on my own.
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