My journal's been on the fritz for a few days (as has my hot water, but I don't think they're related) and so I'm actually slightly stunned to see my update page load finally, after a few days of desultory attempts. Not all the features seem to be working, but here goes. (I hope I don't lose all this: I hate that.) I've continued to get out a ( Read more... )

The thing that can really drive me nuts about dreams is the fact that you can't continue them when you want to. I woke up this morning from some dream that had morphed from something else into a very fast, crowed multiple-level interstate highway scene (like the Marquette Interchange in Milwaukee or, more closely, the I-88/I-355 interchange in ( Read more... )

Back from Chicagoland and a full week staying with Leslie, Jim, and the nieces. More happened than I seem to be able or ready to write down in full journal manner right now, so maybe I'll just hit the highlights in order to jar my own memory.

• Grace winning the Best (Home-made) Jersey at her soccer camp, with a really quite striking design for the ( Read more... )

It's been a long week, but a week that just kept showing me over and over how outrageously blessed I am in the love of friends.


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Angie called today to talk a few logistics about next week's informal LOMC mini-reunion, but called just a second or two before the other line started beeping for another call: a phone interview I was expecting. I was so surprised to have picked up the phone and heard Angie's voice that I had to just shush her off the line before switching over to ( Read more... )

So I'm finally done done. There was still some nit-picky detail work to do on the dissertation before I turned it in, and it was way more time-consuming than I'd expected. Even just constructing my Table of Contents took six hours of work this past weekend, which is absurd. I finally had everything copied at the print shop for the committee ( Read more... )

Running around all day today, preparing for Midterm Exams for my students, I was pleasantly surprised to be taken out of the tyrannical now and thrown back 20 years in time by a note from Angie. She wanted to use a story I had told her as an illustration for something she was writing, and wanted both my permission and a reminder as to where she ( Read more... )

It's the middle of the night, and I just had realized that I forgot to put something in the mail today. So I got myself together, grabbed it, and walked downstairs and around the corner to the mailbox on Wisconsin Avenue. It's as quiet as this place ever gets. Strangely little traffic, as even this time of night usually sees a car go by every ( Read more... )

Continued From Below


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The other weekend, Thursday the 17th through Sunday the 20th was a grand time. It was finally time to move beyond the "I should come down to visit again, sometime" stage and actually get off my rear and visit Angie and Chad. It felt like we had gotten together and all hung out just maybe three years ago or so, but in fact it was before the two of ( Read more... )