Tuesday, September 05, 2006
the quiet apartment
or, "quite" apartment as the security guards type it at the hotel
Today I took Tobiah to his first day of child care. Sorry kid. I suppose it is alright though. I was five days old when I began that regime. Now I am back home for a minute before I go into work. It is completely quiet here. I walked in expecting to hear him cry or hear the swing help him sleep. Now the Flaming Lips and Josh Ritter provide the only sound. Even the guinea pig is silent.
I am amazed at the speed that we have been working lately. We made the decision about massage school two weeks ago. From there time was filled with tasks, applications and visits. It just might work out. It seems like everything might work out completely. I still wait for some cosmic axe to fall and cut it all apart, but maybe it will stave itself this time.
Maybe we can be lucky this time.
On my way home I was able to see Wendy on her lunch break. I met a few of the other students and they all seem nice. I think this will be a good move for us for awhile. One of the other students has two linguistics degrees. Apparently she just wanted to study and now needs something to do.
Have you ever watched Star Trek and looked at the crew's faces when they are trying some slipshod-seat of the pants operation to save their lives? I feel like if you looked at me right now my face might look like that. I realize now that getting things to happen takes a great deal of energy. There are so many things that could go wrong (and this is not just in regards to my own life, but communication in general). It is truly an inspired divine act when we manage to communcate enough to accomplish anything.
I am going to have a brownie. They don't require high altitude baking instructions. I can still make them pretty well. Wendy made this batch. mmmmmm.
Today I took Tobiah to his first day of child care. Sorry kid. I suppose it is alright though. I was five days old when I began that regime. Now I am back home for a minute before I go into work. It is completely quiet here. I walked in expecting to hear him cry or hear the swing help him sleep. Now the Flaming Lips and Josh Ritter provide the only sound. Even the guinea pig is silent.
I am amazed at the speed that we have been working lately. We made the decision about massage school two weeks ago. From there time was filled with tasks, applications and visits. It just might work out. It seems like everything might work out completely. I still wait for some cosmic axe to fall and cut it all apart, but maybe it will stave itself this time.
Maybe we can be lucky this time.
On my way home I was able to see Wendy on her lunch break. I met a few of the other students and they all seem nice. I think this will be a good move for us for awhile. One of the other students has two linguistics degrees. Apparently she just wanted to study and now needs something to do.
Have you ever watched Star Trek and looked at the crew's faces when they are trying some slipshod-seat of the pants operation to save their lives? I feel like if you looked at me right now my face might look like that. I realize now that getting things to happen takes a great deal of energy. There are so many things that could go wrong (and this is not just in regards to my own life, but communication in general). It is truly an inspired divine act when we manage to communcate enough to accomplish anything.
I am going to have a brownie. They don't require high altitude baking instructions. I can still make them pretty well. Wendy made this batch. mmmmmm.
# posted by Hotel Gabacho @ 12:35 PM 
