In nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you.”
- Michel de Montaigne.
This week I learned…
…that after taking the entire summer off, I am having a hard time acclimating to the new schedule. Actually doing things – every single day, all freaking day long – is hard.
(insert a hearty “YES!” and an Arsenio Hall worthy fist pump here)
I am neither shocked nor saddened by this news. He’s never been one of my favorite players. In fact, I really sort of loath and despise him with every fiber of my being – strictly from a fan/professional athlete perspective, of course. I imagine he’s a perfectly lovely person. Really. Surely, he doesn’t throw juvenile temper tantrums alaJohn McEnroe when he’s not on the court. I doubt his wife would put up with such behavior any more than his tortured circuit line judges. Then again, I could be wrong. It’s been known to happen. Maybe he is, indeed, a sniveling snot in every aspect of his life, not just during game play. Hmmm….I suppose, I should be gracious and acknowledge his contributions to the sport, but, yeah…I’m not feeling it. I bid you farewell, Mr. Roddick and if you could do me one small favor as you fade quietly into oblivion, please take Rafe Nadal with you. Please. Thank you.
…that it takes roughly six months to recover from a yoga-induced hip flexor injury. Good to know. Of course, it would’ve been nice to have this bit of insight eight months ago. I could have avoided the whole damn mess by choosing to fulfill my physical education credit with something a tad less ambitious – like “walking for fitness.” They even offer it on-line. What is it they say about hindsight? I suppose I should tuck this lesson way for my blog entry “Things I learned in my 40s.”
…that my husband sometimes says things that cause me great concern. This week, while driving in the car, he was complaining about a series of dysfunctional ROMs he recently downloaded for his cell phone. I am ashamed to say that I was only half listening. I’m not big on technology. It all seems like a bunch of voodoo magic to me, and besides, I’d heard that song and dance before:
Week one: Download sparkly new ROM for phone; profess love for said ROM; it’s the best ROM ever.
Week two: This ROM is shit. Everything is totally effed up. My phone keeps rebooting. I’m going to have to find a new ROM.
It’s cyclical and as predictable as the rising sun. The ROMs are revolutionary in the beginning, but inevitably they all end up being worthless pieces of buggy shit. However, this week, my husband figured out the source of his problems. It seems that all this time, he was…
I hate it when that happens.
…that I must continually remind myself that change is good; and the desire to step outside of my comfort zone is what drove me back into the classroom. This semester I am taking a geology course and a discussion based history course. While I find the earth’s processes interesting, and have been known to tune into the science channel on occasion, it’s just not my thing. History, on the other hand, is my thing. I love it, perhaps even more than writing (EGADS – say it isn’t so!). However, the discussion driven format of this particular course goes against the grain of my introverted personality. I struggled with the decision to take this class, even put it off two semesters. In the end, my desire to learn the covered material over-ruled any anxiety. Plus, the professor teaching the course is one of my favorite. He is a character unto himself who rails against our over-regulated, liberal society and the established state mandated educational bureaucracy that dares to dictate his curriculum, lock him into an unworkable timeline, and require he complete a laundry list of menial administrative tasks. All of which he finds idiotic and nonsensical. Unfortunately, as we close out the second full week of the semester, I find myself pained at the prospect of attending this class. The unorganized format has increasingly dissolved into a full out free-for-all complete with irrelevant arguments, wandering points, and, on occasion, rampant hostility. All things that set my teeth on edge and have my inner rebellious self fantasizing about jumping up onto a desk, shaking my fist in the air, and screaming STFU!
Of course, I’m sure that would adversely effect my GPA. Bummer.
…that after a two week absence from WordPress, it is absolutely impossible to read all of the blog entries sitting in my Reader. I shall have to do better.
…and last, but not least, this week’s awww moment is brought to you by this little guy. I found him feverishly stowing pecans in his secret hideaway. As I have a nifty new lens, I stalked him with my camera until he caught on to my game and promptly outsmarted me by disappearing into the high branches of an old live oak.