5.16 - Sunshowers and the Hard Road
I'm supposed to be writing a paper for my contemporary lit class and revising my second essay for rhetoric & comp. After the bad grade I received on the last paper, I should work harder to revise and better synthesize my argument. However, I'm feeling restless and decided to write instead of doing my work. Surprise, surprise, surprise.
Sunday night I hung out with Liz and Jamie at the Chalice. Liz, the dutiful Italian maven, was making lasagna. I went, took books for Monday classes thinking I'd read. That went out the window quickly. We hung out, talked, walked down to Quality Market, then ate while watching a rerun of Grey's. The ladies of the Chalice and I have worked out an informal arrangement for sporatic engagement. They'll cook for me and I'll do dishes for them. Born out of habit from Mandy's and Aunt Kathy's, doing the dishes provides me with clarity of mind and a repose. Plus, I don't really cook aside from the basics. I did dishes afterward and felt wholesomely domestic.
My Darling Girl called me during the evening and when I made it home close to midnight, she called back and we lamented love for a spell. After we hung up, I got to thinking and spent about half an hour sitting in the dark of the parlor, wondering how I'm ever going to work out.
I don't want to date and have casual sex. I say that and I think, should the opportunity present itself, I would go for it. But what I really want is a committed, long-term relationship. I don't want to kneejerk and say monogamous, but I do want something more than casual interaction with a member of the opposite (or same) sex. I'd like to be a homebody too. I want someone to make dinner, then I'd do the dishes, and afterward read to the kid(s). I want to meet somebody at the bar on a Friday evening before we go home - or go out. I want to help coach my kid(s) soccer team, not be the head coach, but help run around and manage the team. I want to get flowers for someone for no reason, and kiss them because I can. I want to take my kids to the pool and teach them how to swim. I want to go to the beach, and while the kids are out with their friends on the boardwalk, sit with my beloved on the deck and watch the sun go down while sipping wine. I want to go grocery shopping, tell kids that they can't just get candy. Well, we'll get some, but not TOO much. I want to have kids stay up late with me, then they pass out while watching tv around midnight and so I cover them with a blanket and let them sleep it off while I join my beloved in bed. That's the life I want. But it doesn't seem to be in the cards at present.
Rambling aside, I only have seven class meetings left. I'm done, barring finals, August 2. After that, I think I'm going to travel a little and study for GRE's/LSAT's and get a jump on the fall semester. This is my last year of college and I want to get as much work done in the meantime so when my friends and social pals are around, I can be with them and give college one last hurrah.
Sunday night I hung out with Liz and Jamie at the Chalice. Liz, the dutiful Italian maven, was making lasagna. I went, took books for Monday classes thinking I'd read. That went out the window quickly. We hung out, talked, walked down to Quality Market, then ate while watching a rerun of Grey's. The ladies of the Chalice and I have worked out an informal arrangement for sporatic engagement. They'll cook for me and I'll do dishes for them. Born out of habit from Mandy's and Aunt Kathy's, doing the dishes provides me with clarity of mind and a repose. Plus, I don't really cook aside from the basics. I did dishes afterward and felt wholesomely domestic.
My Darling Girl called me during the evening and when I made it home close to midnight, she called back and we lamented love for a spell. After we hung up, I got to thinking and spent about half an hour sitting in the dark of the parlor, wondering how I'm ever going to work out.
I don't want to date and have casual sex. I say that and I think, should the opportunity present itself, I would go for it. But what I really want is a committed, long-term relationship. I don't want to kneejerk and say monogamous, but I do want something more than casual interaction with a member of the opposite (or same) sex. I'd like to be a homebody too. I want someone to make dinner, then I'd do the dishes, and afterward read to the kid(s). I want to meet somebody at the bar on a Friday evening before we go home - or go out. I want to help coach my kid(s) soccer team, not be the head coach, but help run around and manage the team. I want to get flowers for someone for no reason, and kiss them because I can. I want to take my kids to the pool and teach them how to swim. I want to go to the beach, and while the kids are out with their friends on the boardwalk, sit with my beloved on the deck and watch the sun go down while sipping wine. I want to go grocery shopping, tell kids that they can't just get candy. Well, we'll get some, but not TOO much. I want to have kids stay up late with me, then they pass out while watching tv around midnight and so I cover them with a blanket and let them sleep it off while I join my beloved in bed. That's the life I want. But it doesn't seem to be in the cards at present.
Rambling aside, I only have seven class meetings left. I'm done, barring finals, August 2. After that, I think I'm going to travel a little and study for GRE's/LSAT's and get a jump on the fall semester. This is my last year of college and I want to get as much work done in the meantime so when my friends and social pals are around, I can be with them and give college one last hurrah.