Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis
“All things change, and we change with them.”Please note that this blog spans a broad period of time. The intervening years have brought many things into my life, including divorce and remarriage. As such, some older posts reference a relationship which is no longer active. In context, however, the portrayal is accurate.
For many reasons, I have chosen to let entries such as this one remain in the overall continuity of the site.
There’s no denying it, summer is here now. There’s a low level of humidity that seems to dial up a notch every hour or so. So far the temperature has been manageable, maybe even a little cool. But I can feel it coming . . . hot and warm and I’m not looiking forward to walking around for three months in a dog’s mouth.
It’s been quite a few weeks, very hectic and stressful. I finished up the third draft of ‘The Odyssey’ about three weeks ago (nearly four weeks behind schedule) and decided to set it aside to work on a couple of other projects.
Since the production has been put off to next year, I have a bit more leeway . . . but I hate having lost the deadline. I was looking forward to a production this fall. Alas.
The past weekend was strange, for a birthday weekend at least. I spent Friday night discussing vasectomies with Sandberg and some of her colleagues. A bit of an odd way to start the weekend. I stayed up until about three o’clock that night, listening to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and locking down a number of things for work so I wouldn’t have to worry about it over the weekend. And after four horus of vasectomy horror stories, I needed the quiet time.
Saturday was yardwork and house cleaning. That night we went out to celebrate (a day early), a big Mexican dinner with beer. came home and opened presents. I got the ultimate Homer Simpson gift: A DVD player. I’ve been resisting one for years, but Sandberg more or less demanded that I accept it along with some movies to tide me over.
Everyone else went to bed. I stayed up late again, listening to Blood Money and doing more homework. Finally got so blurry from being in front of the monitor, went outside to read and drink beer until two o’clock.
Sunday. Church and then rehearsal. My two favorite forms of worship. Back home just in time to get a call from my parents, wishing me happy birthday.
And then the usualy Sunday evening despair kicked in. Up ’til one o’clock, doing more homework. Shouldn’t complain. Lots of people were working a lot more and a lot harder than I was this weekend.
After all of that, it strikes me that this is quite a bit more journal-y than usual. Apologies. Must be all those “nose-pierced, working in a coffeeshop, you won’t believe what that bitch said to me today” blogs finally taking their toll.
At any rate, I wouldn’t mind so much but it’s also not particularly interesting. Perhaps I’ll delete it out and no one will ever know the difference.
Mm. Perhaps not.
Back to work. Some new coming in a few weeks. Something scary. Stay tuned for details…
