Out here in the field
Today's the first day that it hasn't even been hot. Fall is coming. How strange and fantastic. Soon it'll be pleasant enough to come home after class and curl up on the balcony with notecards and memorize them here. I still feel a little sad that I'm not going back to Grinnell - to study on the loggia and in Noyce and Burling. But Noyce is all new this year, and my little firsties are junior now. It's hardly the Grinnell I remember anymore. Hanghang has started med school, and I keep in touch with her via plans and the occasional phone call. She seems to be having a rough time with the transition between liberal arts and med school - ruminating and memorizing. I think that things will get easier for her, but she reminds me so much of me this time last year. It makes me glad that I don't have go through that again. Even though this year is harder, it feels less sad and hopeless. Even when I feel completely overwhelmed by the drugs I have to learn, the feeling doesn't last long. I just take a deep breath and focus on the now, knowing that what I'll need to do tomorrow, I'll do tomorrow.
Friday I saw Stardust with some people, and it was really excellent. I love Neil Gaiman. Saturday and Sunday I was in Fort Worth with Dad and Boomer. Boomie is definitely subdued, but he is still reasonably active. We played catch in the backyard on Sunday afternoon. I think Boomie's dilated cardiomyopathy is weighing heavily on Dad's mind, so I'm glad I went home.
Last night I drove back here, and on the way I listened to an episode of This American Life called Break Up, which was really interesting and cute. Starlee Kline wrote a break up song with help from Phil Collins, a girl named Betsy was interviewed by Morning Edition about writing to the NYC mayor about her parents' divorce and then again some 20 years later to reflect on the initial interview, and a man talked about his cooperative divorce litigation strategy. Oh, and there was a short story about divorce from the point of view of the dog also. But my favorite part was Starlee's song, especially the parts that involved Phil Collins.
Friday I saw Stardust with some people, and it was really excellent. I love Neil Gaiman. Saturday and Sunday I was in Fort Worth with Dad and Boomer. Boomie is definitely subdued, but he is still reasonably active. We played catch in the backyard on Sunday afternoon. I think Boomie's dilated cardiomyopathy is weighing heavily on Dad's mind, so I'm glad I went home.
Last night I drove back here, and on the way I listened to an episode of This American Life called Break Up, which was really interesting and cute. Starlee Kline wrote a break up song with help from Phil Collins, a girl named Betsy was interviewed by Morning Edition about writing to the NYC mayor about her parents' divorce and then again some 20 years later to reflect on the initial interview, and a man talked about his cooperative divorce litigation strategy. Oh, and there was a short story about divorce from the point of view of the dog also. But my favorite part was Starlee's song, especially the parts that involved Phil Collins.