November 2013: Life is still...good?
Not too much to report this month. School is still going well. The semester will be over in about two and a half weeks. I have several Christmas gigs lined up, which is exciting. I've been making reeds with a moderate amount of success, which is also exciting. I'm really looking forward to performing again, because I don't think I have since...April or May? And I do miss it. Work is going well too, but I think they messed up my pay again. Gotta get that sorted out on Monday.
Thursday was my first Thanksgiving in the US in three years, and it was novel in a few ways. We set a record low for attendance at Thanksgiving lunch/dinner this year: nine people. Usually it's two or three times that. This meant that for the first time in my memory, everyone sat down at a single table for the meal. This was also the first time in my memory that my parents didn't do the majority of the cooking, which meant we had much less than usual to clean up afterward. My brother has been home since Tuesday, but I feel like I've barely seen him at all, which I'm a bit bitter and disappointed about. I realize that he has friends he hasn't seen in a while, who he wants to hang out with, but I want to hang out with him too, and I didn't get a chance to do that. I think I'm realizing that the gulf between 21 and 25 is wider than I thought.
Still haven't finished North and South. Bah. Have started reading Cockpit Confidential by Patrick Smith instead. I'm also compiling a list of books to buy in Scotland, which are prohibitively difficult to obtain here. A diabolical plan for the year 2015 is formulating. 2014 will be the year of Getting My Shit Permanently Together, and 2015 will be the year of My Life Becoming Awesome, if I have my way. But first I've gotta get through this one remaining month of 2013. Stay tuned, folks...
Thursday was my first Thanksgiving in the US in three years, and it was novel in a few ways. We set a record low for attendance at Thanksgiving lunch/dinner this year: nine people. Usually it's two or three times that. This meant that for the first time in my memory, everyone sat down at a single table for the meal. This was also the first time in my memory that my parents didn't do the majority of the cooking, which meant we had much less than usual to clean up afterward. My brother has been home since Tuesday, but I feel like I've barely seen him at all, which I'm a bit bitter and disappointed about. I realize that he has friends he hasn't seen in a while, who he wants to hang out with, but I want to hang out with him too, and I didn't get a chance to do that. I think I'm realizing that the gulf between 21 and 25 is wider than I thought.
Still haven't finished North and South. Bah. Have started reading Cockpit Confidential by Patrick Smith instead. I'm also compiling a list of books to buy in Scotland, which are prohibitively difficult to obtain here. A diabolical plan for the year 2015 is formulating. 2014 will be the year of Getting My Shit Permanently Together, and 2015 will be the year of My Life Becoming Awesome, if I have my way. But first I've gotta get through this one remaining month of 2013. Stay tuned, folks...