It's strange the way a week can change your view on the world. It's ironic the way a couple of things can make your perspective and life a little brighter.
The biggest news is that Mandy is back in the States. She sounds tired but glad to be headed home to her family in a couple of days. I've prayed so often in the past months that she would get home safely and that somehow this time has been good for Mandy, beneficial and good for her perspicacity or something.
Mom and Dad flew down last night--spur of the moment as only Dad can do. I think we got home Sunday afternoon around 2:30 or 3, then Dad booked tickets, and we left for the airport around 5:30. Cool. I think Mom will be expressing her love through shopping and Dad will be expressing his love through pinnochle. What a great family.
The other bit of news is about becoming a full-time, faculty professor. I haven't accepted the offer, but it is on the table for next fall. More developments to come.
There is other stuff, but mostly, it's strange little stories and interesting moments. It's a time of excitement and transition, but all is good.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
It's been a while
Life is pretty boring but busy; mostly, I lay around and read. That's about it, actually.
But I have had some interesting little adventures that are rapidly turning into short stories (I'm not allowed to work on anything over 25 pages until next year, boo-hiss).
I'm going to tell one story, though: Tuesdays I spend most of the day in a small lounge in the basement of one of the building at Martin University where I'm teaching a couple of classes. Mostly, I sit around and wait for students to come bug me. Oh, and I lay around and read.
Last Tuesday, I was sitting, facing the entry to the lounge, and I saw a face I didn't recognize. He passed the door and then backed up to look back at me again. It was pretty funny. A few minutes later, he came back into the lounge, smelling of cigarettes.
He sat across from me and introduced himself. He pulled out a thick envelope, ripped it open, and lay a wad of cash on the table, literally flashing the cash, rolled with a rubber band. He asked me what I was doing later that night, and I told him that I had class.
After he questioned me a little more, I clarified that I was teaching a class. I wasn't intentionally trying to put him down, but I don't want to date students--especially ones that show me how much money they have, rolled up with a rubber band. Weird and funny.
But I have had some interesting little adventures that are rapidly turning into short stories (I'm not allowed to work on anything over 25 pages until next year, boo-hiss).
I'm going to tell one story, though: Tuesdays I spend most of the day in a small lounge in the basement of one of the building at Martin University where I'm teaching a couple of classes. Mostly, I sit around and wait for students to come bug me. Oh, and I lay around and read.
Last Tuesday, I was sitting, facing the entry to the lounge, and I saw a face I didn't recognize. He passed the door and then backed up to look back at me again. It was pretty funny. A few minutes later, he came back into the lounge, smelling of cigarettes.
He sat across from me and introduced himself. He pulled out a thick envelope, ripped it open, and lay a wad of cash on the table, literally flashing the cash, rolled with a rubber band. He asked me what I was doing later that night, and I told him that I had class.
After he questioned me a little more, I clarified that I was teaching a class. I wasn't intentionally trying to put him down, but I don't want to date students--especially ones that show me how much money they have, rolled up with a rubber band. Weird and funny.
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