Well, hello:) Feels a little boisterous to hit you with my face right away, but it’s a nice photo and I was really having fun and I hope that’s infectious.
When you come back from a trip, do you unpack everything right away, restoring order, or do you wheel your suitcase inside, prop it against a wall, and read your mail?
I’m the second sort. Please consider this post the sound of the wheels of my roller board, clunkity, clunkity, across the floor. I’ll unpack next week.
For now, here’s a list of what I did in September. If my comments are even remotely functional, and you feel like it, I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to as well.
- Got my new tendonitis diagnosed. Hello, trigger thumb!
- Entered a pitch contest for my second novel, met with no success, resolved to get help with writing a better pitch and try again. I like the book. I hate my pitches.
- Got my bi-valent booster. Hooray!
- Accompanied my sister and niece to her university to support them in furniture acquisition for the new apartment. Twist my arm. It was unclear who was doing whom a favor, the best kind of family project.
- Completed training to become a peer grief counselor. I’ll start as a volunteer with the organization by the end of this month. Revelatory: what my culture does not know about grief.
- Worked with a group of classmates on a new website for our college class of 1978. Sis boom ah! (Aren’t college cheers goofy?)
- Started a class in conversational Spanish. I studied French and Italian in college, and was fluent in French, briefly, at 19, so I am hoping the Spanish will not be too hard. So many people around me speak Spanish; I look forward to being able to communicate better.
- Went away for the weekend, nearby, with some dear friends, and hiked the Marin headlands
- Bought some brown shoes, some brown pants, a brown faux suede jacket and an olive sweatshirt. (Above)
- Turned 66.
I have as of this very minute decided I ought to account for my time at the end of every month. The truth is, I feel like a lazy person, and the other truth is that I probably am not.
I hope you have an absolutely wonderful weekend and I am very, very glad to be talking to you once again.