Frog and Goat

I just found out that a very good friend’s father died today. He’d been in the hospital for a little over 5 months this year and then finally got to go home right before Thanksgiving. He wasn’t in hospice so there’s a bit of shock that he died but when you consider how bad things had been this year it wasn’t totally a shocker. Still how great is it that he got to go home for a hugemongous family event and then got to die at home? Not a bad way to go.

I’ve been fending off a cold all week. Thank heavens for the Neti Pot. I know there’s something wrong with me but I love seeing the chunks come out into the sink.

I’ve been observing training this week. Today as I was listening to the trainer I realized this is why I love training so much. I’ve missed it–do I want to get back on the road again and never be at home? No. I do not want to do that. The positive on that is I get to eat at places like Tippy’s Taco for lunch.

I heard from a classmate today that she’s also having a problem writing her cultural analysis. She says she’s afraid it’s too much like a soap opera and not enough like an academic paper. I told her that I’ve been fretting about being whiny and soap opera-y and so have procrastinated so much that I’ll be a whimpering mess this weekend as I churn out the paper. Must take a step back and get me out of the analysis.

We started watching Bleak House over the weekend. We got through one DVD. There are three. My take on it is that I remember why I haven’t read much Charles Dickens (I know, I know, bad English major). So much of what he wrote was serialized and while the story is rich with fascinating details I just want the point. So, we really like the BBC production but every time a new episode starts I start hollering about the pacing. Then I shut my pie-hole and watch another episode.