Had an unexpected visit from the tow-headed toddler I call my nephew this morning/afternoon, but the rest of the day has staled now that he's left. My mother has a better social life than I currently do. No one that I would actually want to do social-type things with is home. And we all know that I do not converse with answering machines.
Last night was another Parent's Night, which meant that I was at camp All Day. I capitalize randomly for emphasis, because All Day in the Outdoors with Children at the End of the Week sounds like the title of a truly terrifying horror novel.
It also meant spending time in the woods at dusk, so now I have a dozen vicious new mosquito bites that no amount of Afterbite will ease.
I need to be clear: I do love my job. I am having a wonderful summer, it's been rewarding, yada yada. I have met interesting people.
I also discovered that children are very cool, sometimes very sad, and that I really should have just gone through life as a nine-year-old, because they simply have the most fun. I believe nine was my last year of happy innocence, indeed. Should have stayed. Growing up, for all its supposed privileges, has been far more trouble than it was worth.
But I am kind of bored. In a nontraditional sense. I love my job and have found that I like People after all and I sleep better and I'm Happy and I usually have just the right balance of free time and structured time - but. There is a certain lack of variety and diversity. I have not been Thinking. There is thinking and there is Thinking, and while I'm happier when I'm thinking, as I am now, there still exists that noticeable void that only Thinking fills. I have yet to determine whether I can just be happy with thinking and forget that I ever Thought. I tend to Think by default while at Smith, so it'll all be a moot point in twenty-four days.
Why yes, I am *am* counting.
I spent some time at the Iron Horse website and decided that I needed to do all of the things I meant to do as a college student and never got around to, because there's only a year left, and it's not even a real full year, and damn if that isn't kind of terrifying. But plans to enjoy frequent live music is a good start.
Twenty-four days. My but I'm eager. I do hope the people I can't wait to see are eager as well. I'd feel less foolish, at any rate.
Last night was another Parent's Night, which meant that I was at camp All Day. I capitalize randomly for emphasis, because All Day in the Outdoors with Children at the End of the Week sounds like the title of a truly terrifying horror novel.
It also meant spending time in the woods at dusk, so now I have a dozen vicious new mosquito bites that no amount of Afterbite will ease.
I need to be clear: I do love my job. I am having a wonderful summer, it's been rewarding, yada yada. I have met interesting people.
I also discovered that children are very cool, sometimes very sad, and that I really should have just gone through life as a nine-year-old, because they simply have the most fun. I believe nine was my last year of happy innocence, indeed. Should have stayed. Growing up, for all its supposed privileges, has been far more trouble than it was worth.
But I am kind of bored. In a nontraditional sense. I love my job and have found that I like People after all and I sleep better and I'm Happy and I usually have just the right balance of free time and structured time - but. There is a certain lack of variety and diversity. I have not been Thinking. There is thinking and there is Thinking, and while I'm happier when I'm thinking, as I am now, there still exists that noticeable void that only Thinking fills. I have yet to determine whether I can just be happy with thinking and forget that I ever Thought. I tend to Think by default while at Smith, so it'll all be a moot point in twenty-four days.
Why yes, I am *am* counting.
I spent some time at the Iron Horse website and decided that I needed to do all of the things I meant to do as a college student and never got around to, because there's only a year left, and it's not even a real full year, and damn if that isn't kind of terrifying. But plans to enjoy frequent live music is a good start.
Twenty-four days. My but I'm eager. I do hope the people I can't wait to see are eager as well. I'd feel less foolish, at any rate.
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