True to form, I am spending my first prep period blogging. Shame, shame on the teacher. Short post, to be sure, but still, someone should reprimand me. As I am well-planned and obviously have no papers or assignments yet to grade, I don’t feel too incredibly guilty about it.
I spent my last few unofficial days of summer enjoying myself. Surely, I could have been working on homework for my grad class, or cleaning my house, or organizing my life (a constant struggle), but I did not. Though I have spent the better part of the last two months doing very little, I still felt the need to indulge these last four days.
Sleeping until 11 (or later), going to the dog park, to the gym, to my brother-in-law’s. Not going anywhere but the backyard, not getting dressed until 3, having leftovers for breakfast. Hiking a state park, getting my brows waxed, going to Ratatouille, cooking dinner with my husband. Reading magazines in the bath tub, reading Reading Lolita in Tehran on the treadmill, reading the instructions on a bag of instant rice. Giving blood, going to the horse races with aunts and uncles, losing [my husband’s] money, drinking red wine with friends. Drinking white wine with friends, providing a couch for a friend (twice), praying for a friend in the hospital. Researching kidney donation, talking to my sister on the phone, talking to my mom on the phone, talking to my husband into the night. Dreaming the crazy dreams that things on this list provoke.
Dear summer, you shall be missed. School year, brace yourself, I am more than ready.