I can’t believe this semester is over.
I can’t believe I made it relatively unscathed through another gauntlet of my own making. I really lost it emotionally about halfway through and I think I am still recovering from the after-affects of the meltdown. I have to finally admit I must stop doing so much. I’ve stepped down from the Writing center, and that hurt worse than I thought it would, but at the same time felt so good. I know it was the right decision at the right time. Maybe this was how it was supposed to be. I felt on edge in there so much this past semester, and that hurt. It hurt me and the relationships I’d been fostering there. Of course the WC itself had changed, as is in its nature to do, and it was becoming louder, more crowded, and definitely not the place I started in. I didn’t completely lose it, and embarrass my self in the WC, or anything that was saved for the cab of my truck in the parking lot. My, what those kids most of thought walking by the truck that day seeing this old woman wailing, thrashing, screaming and hearing the music pounding. Thank Goddess Security never came by, that would have been awkward. I was so jacked up on cold medicine that day; I was a totally a hot mess up in there…sigh. Not passing algebra, again, was not in the cards, but really that is small potatoes. I am so in the home stretch, and I feel the way I am setting things up for next semester I will succeed. I made it through the semester and everyone is still alive and speaking to me. I am relishing in the freedom for a few more days and then its to house stuffs.
Getting this place situated back the way I like before the spring semester starts, and it goes back to the control of the Dragon and his two whelps, is very important I realize. Good Goddess, they have such a different view of housekeeping and what makes a house a home. Of course first I have to stop socializing!! I saw my dear friend Wade who was in from LA a couple weeks ago. We went to the Imagine concert on Dec 8th, and then on the 9th Super Slacker supper club hosted Wade and his friend Naomi for dinner.
This reminds I really need to write up an explanation of supper club, it’s like fight club but with mock battles, robots, and good, good food. The theme for the evening was Chili, and electric cigar-box guitars.It was a fantastic night, and so much laughter took place Naomi told me the next day her stomach hurt. Now that is a successful night at supper club!
I was then lucky enough to spend the evening with my dear friends Kelley and Dave, also in from California visiting family for the holidays. The time I spent with them was so reaffirming to me, and I literally glowed after seeing them. We ended up toasting the Winter Solstice in with Whiskey, good beer, and kind smoke. What started out as meeting up for drinks out turned into a raucous all-nighter of laughter, stories, and just general good times at the house with the four of us going till 5 am… I have not drank, really, like that in a long time! So far, my break has been busy, and this week is no exception, but once the New Year hits I am cleaning house, getting geared up for the spring semester, and really striving to make 2012 about attaining the goals that are right there, just out of reach. Then the goals a bit farther back don’t look so daunting, do they?
One note I would post photo’s but Word Press is being an annoyance and won’t do what I tell it, so no photo’s ….sorry!
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