I had to do math today, which is always risky. Somehow every time I work something out mathematically, when I try to recreate it later, I get a totally different answer. I can only hope I’m at least close. Otherwise the day was kind of a blur. I got so engrossed in work that everything else kind of blended into the background. We had shrimp tostadas for dinner and that’s always yummy. Robin cleaned the kitchen, and that will make tomorrow morning easier. It’s 9:33 but I’m pretty much ready for bed now.
Tag: dad
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February 6
There is so much that needs to be done by Monday and no working days to do it. I am adamantly opposed to working during off hours, but in this case, it’s more for my own sanity than anything else. I’ll just have to keep it moderated. It was otherwise a pretty boring day. Christina went back to school and dance and I did some reading. I’m currently reading The Warmth of Other Suns, which is incredibly eye-opening. I’m embarrassed by how little of this history I know, but I’m glad I’m learning it now. Even though Florida would probably rather I didn’t. Oh well, fuck you, Florida.
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January 16
It was another crazy day at work. So many meetings and so little accomplished when there is so much to do. I had to settle for yet another unfinished task when I left for dance. When we got home, we ate dinner in front of the TV, watching Penn State wrestling. You always know who is going to win, but somehow it’s entertaining anyway. By the time that was over, I was exhausted. I simply cannot keep up.
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March 24
Among the many things we did over the weekend, we finally hung my dad’s painting. This was always my favorite and I’m so thankful to have it now.
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November 29
I’ve been doing more writing, trying to pursue a dream I’ve been neglecting, and it’s taking me into my parents’ childhood. I know so little about them, really, and I am making a lot of it up based on the little shreds of details I do know. It’s a strange feeling, constructing a life that you know was real, but knowing your construction really isn’t. Whatever happens after we die, I hope my parents understand my exploration and where it takes me, even if I deviate entirely from the truth. I’m hoping there’s enough there that’s right to do them justice.
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November 17
I took the day off from work today and did some writing, a little shopping, and performed with the symphony. It needs to stop raining already.
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February 1
Today Mom would have been 76. Even though she didn’t want to be here, the world was better for having her. I wish things had been easier. I hope she is at peace. I’m still picking up the pieces behind her.
Year in Photos 