Flux
It's such an odd point in life right now. So much has transpired in the past month or so. We closed on our house, spent a couple of weeks toting boxes to the new abode, and finally moved our furniture. Last weekend we relaxed some, but continued to set up our new digs. The closing was largely uneventful, with the exception of the dorky closing attorney. Mr. R-, the man selling his house to us, asked the attorney if his burgundy and yellow striped scarf meant that he was a Boston College alum, to which the lawyer replied, "No, it's Hogwarts."
Later when Mrs. R- asked what the scarf was for, her husband replied that it was for some prep. school (Hogwarts is the bewitched school that Harry Potter attends). The lawyer was dorky not because of his Hogwarts scarf knitted by his wife, but rather because he kept telling stories. We didn't want stories. We wanted to sign the papers and be done with the whole process. He tried to tell a story about bar review preparation that he said "only lawyers would think was funny." At the end of the tale, no one laughed and everyone simply looked perplexed. Husband responded, "It's okay. I'm a lawyer, and I didn't think it was funny either."
Buying a house means spending money. Buying a house means buying the perfect trash can and dish rack. It means buying towels. I despise shopping for clothes, but I can contemplate the purchase of the right towel for twenty minutes. Apparently twenty minutes of careful consideration, towel touching and price comparing was not enough; the towels I purchased are too big and fluffy. When I wrap up my wet hair in the morning, I look as though I've wound a small animal up in my towel on the top of my head.
The driving commute takes me slightly longer than the former mass transit alternative. However, I no longer have to walk the gaunlet of thugs, sidewalk preachers and panhandlers at the train station. I can listen to what I want as I drive rather than overhearing annoying cell phone conversations or someone's music leaking out of his earphones. I heard a disturbing report this morning on NPR about imposing standardized tests on higher education because some powers that be feel colleges aren't being properly measured. The backers of this new testing point to the fact that there are college graduates who can't comprehend short articles or calculate tips. I freely admit that I fear and loathe math and that I took easy math course in college, but even I can figure out a 15% tip. These shortfalls should have been corrected long before these folks went off to college. The idea of this proposal seems like a good way for some testing company to make some money.
Flux is everywhere. One friend recently relocated from San Francisco to San Diego and is struggling with the transition. Another friend's husband is contemplating going to medical school which means turning their lives upside down for the next ten years. People are leaving their current jobs for new opportunities.
One constant through these changes has been running. I've continued running and exploring our new neighborhood. It's hilly. Very hilly.
Later when Mrs. R- asked what the scarf was for, her husband replied that it was for some prep. school (Hogwarts is the bewitched school that Harry Potter attends). The lawyer was dorky not because of his Hogwarts scarf knitted by his wife, but rather because he kept telling stories. We didn't want stories. We wanted to sign the papers and be done with the whole process. He tried to tell a story about bar review preparation that he said "only lawyers would think was funny." At the end of the tale, no one laughed and everyone simply looked perplexed. Husband responded, "It's okay. I'm a lawyer, and I didn't think it was funny either."
Buying a house means spending money. Buying a house means buying the perfect trash can and dish rack. It means buying towels. I despise shopping for clothes, but I can contemplate the purchase of the right towel for twenty minutes. Apparently twenty minutes of careful consideration, towel touching and price comparing was not enough; the towels I purchased are too big and fluffy. When I wrap up my wet hair in the morning, I look as though I've wound a small animal up in my towel on the top of my head.
The driving commute takes me slightly longer than the former mass transit alternative. However, I no longer have to walk the gaunlet of thugs, sidewalk preachers and panhandlers at the train station. I can listen to what I want as I drive rather than overhearing annoying cell phone conversations or someone's music leaking out of his earphones. I heard a disturbing report this morning on NPR about imposing standardized tests on higher education because some powers that be feel colleges aren't being properly measured. The backers of this new testing point to the fact that there are college graduates who can't comprehend short articles or calculate tips. I freely admit that I fear and loathe math and that I took easy math course in college, but even I can figure out a 15% tip. These shortfalls should have been corrected long before these folks went off to college. The idea of this proposal seems like a good way for some testing company to make some money.
Flux is everywhere. One friend recently relocated from San Francisco to San Diego and is struggling with the transition. Another friend's husband is contemplating going to medical school which means turning their lives upside down for the next ten years. People are leaving their current jobs for new opportunities.
One constant through these changes has been running. I've continued running and exploring our new neighborhood. It's hilly. Very hilly.
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