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After a rather gray and intermittently growly week, I am quite cheerful today as I anticipate my weekend. Assuming everything goes on schedule, I will leave work at 3:30 today, then drive 60-90 minutes (depending on traffic) to a hotel near the university where my “Christology” class is being held this weekend. I anticipate a nice, quiet dinner and a lovely evening by myself alternating between finishing up my reading for the class, reading A Song for Arbonne, and doing some creative writing.
Class starts at 9am tomorrow and goes through 4:00pm (with breaks, of course). Maybe I’ll end up having dinner with classmates, maybe I’ll have another peaceful evening alone. Either way will be fine. Maybe I’ll take myself to a movie. (I still haven’t seen “Lost in Translation,” “Cold Mountain,” "Big Fish," or “The Girl with the Pearl Earring.” Or maybe I’ll see RotK for the third time!)
Sunday will be another 9-4 class day, followed by dinner with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thomryng, who I haven’t seen since November, and jaynefury who I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting.
Yes, I love my daughter. I love my house. But I will be glad to spend a few days away from both, focusing on study and some solitary personal replenishment time.
Update from last night: The commute was awful! I had hoped to be home, with my daughter, by 4:30, but wasn’t even halfway home by 5:00. When we finally did get there, we dashed around madly getting ready for company – but fortunately he too was held up by traffic and so was about twenty minutes late. We had a lovely dinner and conversation, so even though the evening started out poorly it ended up very well.
I was chuckling at myself during most of the drive home for the incongruity of placing an icon of a dragon with an arm in its mouth next to a post about getting together with a “fellow seminarian.” It’s hardly an image of spiritual maturity. But then I figured that maturity always involves a healthy sense of humor, which I hope my “Frustrated” icon expresses along with my irritation.
Class starts at 9am tomorrow and goes through 4:00pm (with breaks, of course). Maybe I’ll end up having dinner with classmates, maybe I’ll have another peaceful evening alone. Either way will be fine. Maybe I’ll take myself to a movie. (I still haven’t seen “Lost in Translation,” “Cold Mountain,” "Big Fish," or “The Girl with the Pearl Earring.” Or maybe I’ll see RotK for the third time!)
Sunday will be another 9-4 class day, followed by dinner with
thomryng, who I haven’t seen since November, and jaynefury who I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting.Yes, I love my daughter. I love my house. But I will be glad to spend a few days away from both, focusing on study and some solitary personal replenishment time.
Update from last night: The commute was awful! I had hoped to be home, with my daughter, by 4:30, but wasn’t even halfway home by 5:00. When we finally did get there, we dashed around madly getting ready for company – but fortunately he too was held up by traffic and so was about twenty minutes late. We had a lovely dinner and conversation, so even though the evening started out poorly it ended up very well.
I was chuckling at myself during most of the drive home for the incongruity of placing an icon of a dragon with an arm in its mouth next to a post about getting together with a “fellow seminarian.” It’s hardly an image of spiritual maturity. But then I figured that maturity always involves a healthy sense of humor, which I hope my “Frustrated” icon expresses along with my irritation.
