Okay, here’s the thing. This week at school there really hasn’t been all that much to do. Last week I worked like a maniac to get through two units of material, but because this is a paced learning course, there really isn’t any direct benefit to doing that. I could be working forward in the course. I could be immersing myself in the relevant literature. I could be cleaning my office so that I could do all of those things in relative peace.
Except, you know, I don’t particularly want to. I’m not sure why I’m feeling so apathetic and low energy. (My crap diet and recent aversion to exercise might have something to do with it.) The dayhome is coming to a bit of a crossroads, where I need to decide if I’m going to bring in new families or just sort of coast along until the kids in the families I serve get too big to need my care, anymore. And, of course, there is this story, haunting my dreams and diluting my focus and causing a far more banal version of ‘suffering for my art’ than I imagined in high school. Really, I should just write it out of my system and move on with my life. Really, I should probably spring-clean my house, too….
Anyway, amidst my apathy and slackitude, clicking through Twitter and Facebook and BlogHer Chatter, I followed a link to my bloggy friend Emily’s blog Coffee and Spellcheck at which point I immediately coughed coffee through my nose because she was giving me an award! Holy hell! And she said nice things about me. And she grouped me in with a bunch of amazing bloggers. This at a point where I was basically neglecting the finer points of pretty much everything around here…. Well, I’m really, really grateful.
1) I question the usefulness of lingerie. Isn’t everyone more comfortable just being naked?
2) I’m more excited than my kids are about growing purple carrots this summer.
3) I read Jon Kraukauer’s Into Thin Air in one sitting and then didn’t sleep for two days.
4) Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil gave me nightmares. I cannot watch that movie.
5) I love to garden but never make enough time for it.
6) I use emoticons excessively and think everyone should be taught the use of creative punctuation. >:-}
7) I miss swearing like a sailor whenever I feel like it. “Oh, gosh” just isn’t as comforting when one slices one’s finger open.
And, here, are 7 blogs who deserve this award more than I do. Great writers and fabulous humans, each one of them:
And one more that I discovered by radical coincidence earlier this week: Amo Vitam. Please do check out the links on the left-hand sidebar, too. There are so many awesome bloggers tripping out here on the spiderwebs with me. One day when I’m not
avoiding meeting school commitments, I’ll sit down and devote a page to you all.
Thanks for the link love and the diversion, Emily! It’s been a lot of years since I pretended to be a writer, and I guess I’d forgotten how effectively it sucks out my brains. Also, my first semester of grad school was intense – mostly, in a good way – and so I’m finding this session’s more pragmatic material to be a bizarre intellectual adjustment. My poor brain. A nice, warm, virtual hug was exactly what it needed. Hugs to all of you!