6. February 2011
I suppose this is a very silly and rather navel-gazel effort on my part because I don't expect (or particularly want) it to be read. It = this blog. However sometimes you I want to speak to no one in particular, just some listening ear. I am going to pretend that the horse on the left is that listening ear. He's got two of them, in fact, and they are quite large, so I think they will do.
It seems like every start of the semester is ridiculously frustrating for me: getting my course AND barn schedule straight, figuring out ways to Be Better. Getting back into the swing of things, socially, since breaks are usually pretty isolating for me (and social for "everyone else"?).
I end up eating a fair number of meals alone, and I don't mind, but I do look with a little bit of envy at the kids who choose to eat alone every day--the genuine introverts. I've always thought that's virtuous, to want to be alone.
Other things which my gut/family background/cultural background? tells me are virtuous:
Contradictory Puritan freak.
Now, to write a thank-you letter to my cousin for the socks she sent me and then off to the barn to grapple with my little dude (at left).