July 04, 2006
4th of July
Mr. Arkadin ran the Peachtree today. Considering he had knee surgery earlier this year, that's quite an accomplishment. I cheered him in spirit; after dropping him off at the Marta station, I went back to bed.
Tonight we might go see the fireworks in downtown Decatur.
Life is good. Generally it's been quiet, although it's certainly been momentous for the past couple of weeks. We've reviewed different mortgage programs and we're in the process of applying for one. I have booked my ticket to England and have started putting together supplies for the trip. It's been a bit hectic at work; I find that I can really focus and buckle down when I have to - yesterday was my last day before vacation. I'll be home for a few days, then we head to Myrtle Beach to take a splash in the ocean and see my in-laws.
Things have been on an even keel. I work on enjoying life in the moment, on being self-aware and living in a way that makes me feel good about being in my own skin. I try to be more patient and accepting, which means that I don't get as worked up as I used to about things that are beyond my control. However, I'm more choosy about how I spend my time and with whom I spend it. I'm grateful to be surrounded by good friends and family, near and far.
Perhaps the most significant event is that my therapist and I have called it a day. Because of my progress, it's a subject we'd discussed for sometime. So it was a thoughtful, mutual decision to conclude our sessions. Overall it was a good, positive experience, made possible by awesome health insurance. (Another plus to my already good job.)
On this Independence Day I am thinking of independence in a more personal way, but I am also glad to be in a country where personal freedom is still an important value. I hope it remains an enduring one.
July 18, 2006
Take me out, now
Both my boss and another senior researcher are out of the office this week. It's another librarian, a contract librarian, and me holding the fort. Yesterday was busy but ok. Today I have actually hung up the phone and yelled "Shit!" out loud.
I'm already having trouble remembering it's only Tuesday.
July 20, 2006
You know I love you, don't you?
Late last night or early this morning I dreamt that I was in a big music store, maybe a Tower Records. A friendly, blond middle-aged man in a red vest sidled up, wanting to see if I needed any help. It was Howard Jones.
I went off and found a copy of Howard's latest release, bought it, and came back to him for an autograph.
I have no idea what this means, but while the past few days have not been as strained as Tuesday, I am so ready to be done with this week. Tonight I shall have a large, potent cocktail that will knock me out. Perhaps Howard's career will have made a major comeback in my next dream.
July 25, 2006
Mad, and soon for England
That's "mad" in the dotty, zany sense. I'm in much better spirits now that last week is finally over, and that tomorrow I get on a plane and leave for the mother country.
I still have packing to do. But thanks to Mrs. Minch, I have a hanging toiletry kit as well as a second opinion on what clothes to bring. So I'm practically there. A little more laundry and I should be set.
I shall have a day in London where I shall meet up with friends and check out the new Tom Stoppard play Rock 'n' Roll. v.v. excited about that. I hope I can pick up a copy of the play at the performance.
Better finish packing, or else I won't get any sleep