- Number of songs my dad whistled while we drove to Albany to play miniature golf: 3.
- Their titles:
- The Little Drummer Boy.
- The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow (from Annie).
- The Brady Bunch Theme Song.
- The Golf Game Score: Me-56. Dad-48.
- Number of pans of clam roll ups my mom made for dinner: 4.
- Number of boxes of raisinettes my brother bought me for the 10:15 am Harry Potter showing: 2.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Family Statistics
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Vacation Panic
It's 1:30 in the morning. I just finished eating peanut butter out of the jar in the dark kitchen of my father's house, hoping the tryptophan might alleviate my inability to sleep. I've reached that point in my vacation where I've turned it into an optimality problem. How do I schedule my time so that I can appropriately balance it among all of the people I want to see in the Northwest, while at the same time finding time for myself to relax?
Over the years, I've gotten better at vacationing at home. I think my first visit home after going to graduate school, I had everything scheduled in 30 minute blocks. Five years later, I try to force myself to be more relaxed and fluid, but there is still a little choke of panic here and there.
* * *
So far, here are the vacation highlights:
In which I realize that my favorite yogurt costs $3.19 in Seattle. It costs $5 in GradShitTownVille!
In which I go to the Bellevue farmer's market and enjoy strawberries, raspberries, rainier cherries, and baby carrots.
In which I go on a four hour hike with my boyfriend, and he doesn't mind that I insist on taking 6 liters of water.
In which I buy my first digital camera as a gift to myself for submitting three papers in one semester.
In which I go on two bicycle rides with my father on the rural roads of Lebanon, OR.
In which I get an update from a friend back in GradShitTownVille that my dog is getting several man hours of attention every day.
In which, hopefully, I fall asleep tonight before an important meeting with a liberal arts university professor to discuss job search advice.
In which, hopefully, I don't screw it up.
Over the years, I've gotten better at vacationing at home. I think my first visit home after going to graduate school, I had everything scheduled in 30 minute blocks. Five years later, I try to force myself to be more relaxed and fluid, but there is still a little choke of panic here and there.
* * *
So far, here are the vacation highlights:
In which I realize that my favorite yogurt costs $3.19 in Seattle. It costs $5 in GradShitTownVille!
In which I go to the Bellevue farmer's market and enjoy strawberries, raspberries, rainier cherries, and baby carrots.
In which I go on a four hour hike with my boyfriend, and he doesn't mind that I insist on taking 6 liters of water.
In which I buy my first digital camera as a gift to myself for submitting three papers in one semester.
In which I go on two bicycle rides with my father on the rural roads of Lebanon, OR.
In which I get an update from a friend back in GradShitTownVille that my dog is getting several man hours of attention every day.
In which, hopefully, I fall asleep tonight before an important meeting with a liberal arts university professor to discuss job search advice.
In which, hopefully, I don't screw it up.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
