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Weekend Update
I've been waking up at 5 or 6 every morning, which means I'm totally wiped out by 10 each night, and usually pretty tired by 3.
Yesterday I spent the morning in the garden (sore!), ran errands, went to the farmer's market (which is finally sporting both some excellent produce and desperate farmers. Irrigation is a big issue in the West this summer.)
Carly and I went out for brunch while she got her oil changed. And I responded to all the phone calls I got Friday when I forgot to turn on my phone. Apparently I'm in a social phase, though I missed dinner with Marla and Tessa, who is visiting for a month. (She's a linguistics scholar who moved to Indiana this year to teach at Notre Dame. I have to say I miss her. Not only is she smart and funny, she thinks I'm hot and never tires of saying so. Plus, she has excellent taste in whiskey.)
Tonight I'm having dinner with Linnet, who threatened to serve Colcannon, despite the fact that she KNOWS what cabbage does to me, and we've had more than a week of 90+ degree weather. She's back from a trip to the UK, which sounded... exhausting. They stayed with some struggling friends with a two-yr-old outside of London. All she wants to talk about is the kid, she's been thinking about having one ever since she got married 6 years ago. The experience is apparently giving her second thoughts.
I asked if my brother could come. He lives a few blocks from her and I figured it might shake up conversation a bit. My brother and her husband both love orgami, which is a starting point. Plus, I wanted to even the odds and take the focus off me.
I also spent yesterday cleaning house. I don't think I've seriously cleaned since Xmas. Which is not to say I've been a complete slob, just that there are surprising deposits of dust.
Secretly, I'm preparing for the arrival of my next lover. I don't know when or who, but I want to be ready for WHATEVER comes next in my life.
Carly has visions of kismet for me. "I just can't guarantee he lives in Squaresville."
"Love always seems like kismet, even when the meeting of two people is completely ordinary," I said.
People are always predicting fabulous futures for me. I hope I'm not disappointing them.
P.S. For those of you who read my pathetic "I'm too scared to date" entry that I disappeared several days ago, I found an interesting journal entry about chronos and kairos I wrote earlier this year (From before re-reading L'Engle, but no doubt influenced by her.)
Most people (my age especially) are focused on the chronos aspect of relationships: marriage, family, shared assets.... And here I am searching for the kairos kind. Cosmic time doesn't care about my childbearing years or social expectations. Many people get caught up on the chronos and wonder why the kairos as escaped them. Chronos makes me panic. Kairos, while less certain, is a space where things can be okay.
It's been a heck of a year (by my estimate, it began last Sept.) and I'm ready for the next cycle.
Yesterday I spent the morning in the garden (sore!), ran errands, went to the farmer's market (which is finally sporting both some excellent produce and desperate farmers. Irrigation is a big issue in the West this summer.)
Carly and I went out for brunch while she got her oil changed. And I responded to all the phone calls I got Friday when I forgot to turn on my phone. Apparently I'm in a social phase, though I missed dinner with Marla and Tessa, who is visiting for a month. (She's a linguistics scholar who moved to Indiana this year to teach at Notre Dame. I have to say I miss her. Not only is she smart and funny, she thinks I'm hot and never tires of saying so. Plus, she has excellent taste in whiskey.)
Tonight I'm having dinner with Linnet, who threatened to serve Colcannon, despite the fact that she KNOWS what cabbage does to me, and we've had more than a week of 90+ degree weather. She's back from a trip to the UK, which sounded... exhausting. They stayed with some struggling friends with a two-yr-old outside of London. All she wants to talk about is the kid, she's been thinking about having one ever since she got married 6 years ago. The experience is apparently giving her second thoughts.
I asked if my brother could come. He lives a few blocks from her and I figured it might shake up conversation a bit. My brother and her husband both love orgami, which is a starting point. Plus, I wanted to even the odds and take the focus off me.
I also spent yesterday cleaning house. I don't think I've seriously cleaned since Xmas. Which is not to say I've been a complete slob, just that there are surprising deposits of dust.
Secretly, I'm preparing for the arrival of my next lover. I don't know when or who, but I want to be ready for WHATEVER comes next in my life.
Carly has visions of kismet for me. "I just can't guarantee he lives in Squaresville."
"Love always seems like kismet, even when the meeting of two people is completely ordinary," I said.
People are always predicting fabulous futures for me. I hope I'm not disappointing them.
P.S. For those of you who read my pathetic "I'm too scared to date" entry that I disappeared several days ago, I found an interesting journal entry about chronos and kairos I wrote earlier this year (From before re-reading L'Engle, but no doubt influenced by her.)
Most people (my age especially) are focused on the chronos aspect of relationships: marriage, family, shared assets.... And here I am searching for the kairos kind. Cosmic time doesn't care about my childbearing years or social expectations. Many people get caught up on the chronos and wonder why the kairos as escaped them. Chronos makes me panic. Kairos, while less certain, is a space where things can be okay.
It's been a heck of a year (by my estimate, it began last Sept.) and I'm ready for the next cycle.