Since I last blogged… That one time from Vassar… When I was going to blog once a week from Vassar… A lot has happened. I will catch you up quickly so that we may all move on.
I took two classes. Once was Gender and Race: At the Intersection. This was a life changing and humbling course. I was not the class favorite. I was not the teacher’s pet. I was not the most popular. I was gettin’ by on gettin’ by. I also took Modernism in the City which I did not expect to enjoy, and loved. My fellow classmates and myself (except for Harlow who was the class favorite and somehow managed to laugh his way peacefully through the program) worked our way through with tears, hard hard hard work and quit a bit of conflict. I can honestly say that nothing I did in Germany compares with the interpersonal trial or stress I experienced in this program. I was very thankful that my Aunt finished chemo and I finished the program on the same day. I will treasure talks on my bed with a wise and generous woman named Eddie, a dear counselor named Allison and my new brother from Syria – Hasko. Whom I would like to keep in my pocket. There were 29 students who went through this program and we will be forever linked by our experience. I am grateful for each one of their stories, their accomplishments, their tenacity and their spirits. Fighters. What a group.
We drove home to Lady A and Architect A’s going away party. Bum-mer. We had a sweet weekend with them laughing and visiting and remembering a year of fantastic memories and laughter and friendship. We helped them load their U-Haul. Enter Super-Morgan, another lifesaver from Vassar who generously loaded A&A on and then loaded J&me in. Saint Morgan. No man deserved such pain. You heard me. I came home Saturday. Said goodbye to A&A Sunday, started my math class Monday and moved that Thursday into their apartment. Shoot me. No seriously. It was months before I unpacked. I got my first B in the math class. Forsook my 4.0. NEVER. AGAIN.
I have started the fall semester with an Intro to Lit class that makes me giggle. Thank you Vassar for your generous contribution to my ability to maneuver a “Lit” class. Some Bio, some Psych, some Calculus. I am exhausted.
We had a trip planned to Texas, which fell through very unexpectedly at the loss of my Uncle Al. So we re-routed to Brooklyn and spent 4 days in a fancy Blue hotel room with a see through shower with AM&UK. I am pretty sure that they did it on purpose so that we would go to Brooklyn Bread everyday while they showered and pick up delicious sandwiches. “It doesn’t matter where I am, as long as I am with you.”
When we got back I finally took the final for that math class from the summer and got my weekends back, unpacked my house. Helped my dear friend with some shows while her husband Rico Schenck galavanted the globe making ships quieter. Having some major minor dental surgery and pondering why my CSA has so many effing root vegetables. Seriously. Why?
So there you have it. You’re all caught up. Now I am back. I am pissed about that damn post on facebook where the bratty girl is holding up her sign about no debt, no smart phone and no 99% – and taking responsibility for all of her own actions. I mean kuddos to her for all her hard work and for every single student like her. However, I am a student, with a smart phone, and a cheap apartment and a couple of jobs busting my $%&, not blaming anyone, but thinking, should it be this hard? I think I am part of the 99% – does that mean I am not taking responsibility for my finances or blaming people for my financial state? I don’t think so. And I am pretty sure that’s not what she meant to say either. So take the damn post down everybody, the tone is condescending and not helpful. We’re all poor. Be nice.
Also. We have started the Breaking Ground campaign so J and I are begging for money for the orphans again. Or at least we will be. We are developing a strategy. In between homework and cooking root vegetables. Oh and shopvac’ing our apartment. It’s true. I shop-vac’ed the apartment tonight. And people say I am OCD. Please. It’s normal.
Things we’ve loved lately:
The lovely world of Spotify
Speaking of music, at the beach AM would always play great peaceful Sunday morning music GM & RS introduced us to Antje Duvekot, whom we enjoy peacefully on Sunday mornings. I particularly love the song about Judas lately, it makes me cry.
We joined the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum, I’ve been twice this month and taken to calling the late Mrs. Gardner, “Izzy”
Speaking of things to enjoy in Boston, trying to enjoy the remnant of our tomato plants with Green Tomato Biscuits .
Not much to say about fashion right this minute, except that today, at TJ I found two of the most beautiful MJ (not even M for MJ) dresses for the most drastically reduced prices. They fit beautifully and were magical and I felt like a fairy in them, they were more than 90% off their original prices. I was ashamed at how disappointed I was to not have them. But J and I just re-centered about what’s important. And those beautiful dresses are not important. Education is important. And so we re-focus and get over it. There are plenty of seasons of lovely dresses to be had once I have a fancy pants job and he stays home and walks the dogs.
I’m including a picture from J&me at a recent free event that Shane hooked us up with. It was so fun. He danced like a mad man and we drank whiskey and ate cupcakes and I taught awkward dancing. Poor Shane for being associated with us. It’s not our most flattering picture, we obviously don’t really care We are SERIOUSLY considering using it for our Christmas card.