It's Finally Raining
Jeez, took it long enough. I heard a couple of thunderclaps last night, and I actually heard rain on the roof this morning. It's about danged time. I was about to have to go online and figure out whether I should indeed be watering my lawn on alternate days. Up to this point I hadn't really cared, I'll admit.
I swore at the sky yesterday, because there was rain between school and home, but no actual rain at home. Then it got all bright and sunny again. Tease.
Speaking of school, I'm done (with summer class). Well, at least for the next four weeks. I'll finally move on to second year (but it will be my third year of study). I want to make it my last year of study. I mean, hey, going to school is interesting, practicing is occasionally entertaining, but dude...I wanna start working and earning the money I've been in this gig for to begin with! I'm lucky in that I don't really need to earn that money, except for my own personal "stuff" reasons. I want to be worth that money I earn. I got spoiled in my cushy baking job and I'm fairly certain I didn't Earn the state pay I was getting. So I'm training for another state job where I can earn what I'm worth. Or a freelancing job, don't much care. Help me remember, folks, that I want to be a terrier at that rat hole, kick this skill's ass up and down the street. I'm inspired by marathon runners and triathletes, who just do these things. I'm sure I need to find bigger reasons to want this skill, but I haven't discovered them yet. 120s are next, that's as much as I know for now. Ugh, and we go to 5-minute takes in the fall--we've been at 3-minutes--I don't know how soon after we start back!
Okay, enough about that. There are still a couple weeks until our performance, so rehearsals on the weekends and up till August 3. Going to see a Brewers game on August 1, with many of Jim's high school buds. Should be very fun. Then on the 4th we'll go to Jim's HS reunion, where I'll be the odd man out--Dorothy and Shelly will not be there for me to commiserate with this time. I plan to tell stories about how I'm a belly dancer or how Jim met me pole dancing. Something random.
Then on the 8th we'll do a little lake cruise on Lake Geneva with all (the) hoi-palloi from Morgan Stanley. Ugh, I'm feeling overprogrammed. But then life calms down a bit.
We have our 12th anniversary coming up on the 26th. What should we do?
Meanwhile, I'll enjoy the rain.
I swore at the sky yesterday, because there was rain between school and home, but no actual rain at home. Then it got all bright and sunny again. Tease.
Speaking of school, I'm done (with summer class). Well, at least for the next four weeks. I'll finally move on to second year (but it will be my third year of study). I want to make it my last year of study. I mean, hey, going to school is interesting, practicing is occasionally entertaining, but dude...I wanna start working and earning the money I've been in this gig for to begin with! I'm lucky in that I don't really need to earn that money, except for my own personal "stuff" reasons. I want to be worth that money I earn. I got spoiled in my cushy baking job and I'm fairly certain I didn't Earn the state pay I was getting. So I'm training for another state job where I can earn what I'm worth. Or a freelancing job, don't much care. Help me remember, folks, that I want to be a terrier at that rat hole, kick this skill's ass up and down the street. I'm inspired by marathon runners and triathletes, who just do these things. I'm sure I need to find bigger reasons to want this skill, but I haven't discovered them yet. 120s are next, that's as much as I know for now. Ugh, and we go to 5-minute takes in the fall--we've been at 3-minutes--I don't know how soon after we start back!
Okay, enough about that. There are still a couple weeks until our performance, so rehearsals on the weekends and up till August 3. Going to see a Brewers game on August 1, with many of Jim's high school buds. Should be very fun. Then on the 4th we'll go to Jim's HS reunion, where I'll be the odd man out--Dorothy and Shelly will not be there for me to commiserate with this time. I plan to tell stories about how I'm a belly dancer or how Jim met me pole dancing. Something random.
Then on the 8th we'll do a little lake cruise on Lake Geneva with all (the) hoi-palloi from Morgan Stanley. Ugh, I'm feeling overprogrammed. But then life calms down a bit.
We have our 12th anniversary coming up on the 26th. What should we do?
Meanwhile, I'll enjoy the rain.
Comments
Could travel, could stay local, maybe take the pop-up somewhere--got any idears?