9 posts tagged “photos”
Yep! For now, I'm done. Done with my semester, done with my thesis! I just ate a chocolate chip cookie and watched all the trailers for the "Sex and the City" movie on the NYT website to celebrate. Now I'm looking at old photos that I have stored in too many places online.
Tonight's a little celebration for graduation, tomorrow's a picnic and another celebration for a friend who got her Ph.D., and Sunday's the event itself, bagpipes and all. I hope it doesn't rain and it's not too boring. M. cooked all day yesterday so we'd be prepared for these various events, while I was a total witch, grumbling away about All My Work. I hope to be more human from now on. I know I've said that about a hundred times this semester, but now I really feel it.
Next week, we're headed to my parents' and then to the midwest to visit my sisters, brothers in law, and niece. I can't wait to get a change of scene! And see everyone! And traveling anywhere with M. is about the most fun thing I can think of.
The summer will be a nice transition time; several of our friends will be abroad, which is great for them, a little sad for us, but still, I think, an all around good thing.
I don't know what to say, really - I'm just relieved to have everything over with for now.
I leave you with a picture of one of those old wooden roller coasters at Coney Island - a photo I took years ago.
Hey. I'm probably not going to be posting anything new for a while, because I'm getting ready to move and will be packing, and training to be a TA (gasp), and unpacking, and starting school, for the next few weeks. I'm pretty nervous about going back to school, excited about recent family developments, haven't done nearly enough work on my thesis, and am really excited about moving; that about sums up my mood swings these days. I'm sorry I'm out of touch with you, and hope for that to be remedied soon, either through seeing you directly or through being a better correspondent.
And here, to keep you amused, is something made of fat (as seen by my sister R. at her local state fair):
This is the summer.
Twenty-nine years ago today, I took my first breath. A miracle! Thanks, everyone.
portugal was beautiful. we got back on saturday, after the only harrowing part of the trip: going through jfk. the trip itself was wonderful, with more port, mosaics, laughter, and tiles than i'd ever imagined. more soon.
the school year is over, and i have a few days off to party and pack for m.'s and my trip to portugal on monday. it finally feels real. i'm looking forward to walking around new places in the sun, hearing new sounds, and smelling smells unlike those i've encountered anywhere else... and then someday when i'm back here, walking down a street in philadelphia, i'll be transported back to that time and place, for a second, that day in summer when we were holding hands and following a map...
I've been offline and will continue to be, mostly, until after the beginning of May, when finals work and other things calm down a bit. I just want to say that 70 degree weather is as wonderful as I remembered. It feels like it's been years! But I think work is under control; some light is making its way into the tunnel after all.
Last night I had a really nice break; I went out with A.K. and company, ran into both an acquaintance from college, and one from high school (the former at a happy hour, the latter at a sinkhole... don't ask), and narrowly missed seeing a third piece of the puzzle of my past, my friend P.B. from Baltimore, who I met at Governor's School during the summer of (gasp!) 1995, who was just in town for the day. Anyway, we walked around and looked at art galleries and talked about how adults sometimes misremember our actions, how people can be too judgmental, and how NLP is a plague. Then we went to see some old films made by Bell Telephone, featuring happy operators and switchboards, which I actually find to be quite romantic and interesting. There was also a nice short about Vonnegut, his life and work, and mostly had him singing in the background, which was really touching.
I'm at school, doing work, so back to that. I miss all of you though, and can't wait until it's summer, when it won't be a a novelty for flowers to be blooming, and there won't be homework, and perhaps I will get to study French...
P.S. I google-imaged "spring" and here's the first thing that came up, on a website with the same title as this post:
This is the flower shop where my grandfather worked as a young man, before he headed off to college and the Navy... he may have practiced strengthening his arches inside this tiny building -- apparently the Navy refused to let him in at first, on account of his flat feet. He grew up in a family of scientists and inventors, and later went on to play a role in the Civil Rights movement and helped to train young ministers, as well as being a minister and writing about pastoral ethics.
Now he is in his early eighties, and he has just as much, or maybe more, drive to change things.
