… started out not-so-great but I think I’m starting to feel better.
… is the final Giants game of the season. Sad.
… is the final concert of the opening set of SSV. I’m okay with that.
… I’m nervous. I’m not okay with that.
… is nearing the end of September and it’s too darn hot. I want rain!
… I still haven’t a clue how many hours I’m being allowed at UCSC. Frustrating.
that anyone will change his or her mind due to the debate last night. I think people watch to see their candidate proved the best. It’s like going to a baby contest where they are searching for the cutest kiddo. For the most part, we all think our own child is the cutest. (Neither of the presidential candidates is cute, though.) I read a blog that said, “This settles it, I was definitely voting for McCain before, but he completely won me over with this debate!” and of course my Democratic family and friends see that Obama clearly won.
No surprises.
There’s a new book out called “How to Improve Your Marriage Without Talking About It”. I guess it’s telling us that men don’t like to communicate about marital issues verbally; it actually does things to their heart rate or some such thing. Women like to communicate that way, and want to talk about feelings. I guess it’s supposed to be a comfort to us. Talking about feelings doesn’t work for men either … I guess it can make them too uncomfortable and they can go catatonic or something. So the book is telling us that we shouldn’t communicate that way.
Hmm.
So we have to cater to what men want? They can’t try and change — maybe the book is saying they can’t possibly change? — so the woman must?
Why does that seem wrong to me?
And no, I haven’t read the book. And I won’t. I’m not into reading books on marriage. So maybe the article (written by a woman) isn’t really giving me the full picture. I dunno. It just pushed some of my buttons.
(And, btw, I’m a horrible communicator and I rarely talk about my feelings. At least I think I rarely talk about my feelings. Maybe Dan feels differently …?)
I blogged a bit at the oboe site, but I can no longer blog. Sigh.
My eyes can’t focus on anything. I wonder if this is just a part of the migraine. I hope so. I’d hate to have my vision go bonkers. I can’t exactly be an oboist with no vision.
11:44 AM is what I read.
It already feels like fall, though. Just so you know.
I am now at the point where all work is moving into full swing. This means I spend every afternoon teaching (three students a day on weekdays), and I have UCSC for at least four hours (preferably five or six) on one day. (I’ll have to cancel private students if this is approved.) I finish teaching around 6:00, and I can’t eat dinner much later than that or I won’t sleep. So I have a new goal: I have to prepare dinner in the morning.
We’ll see how that goes!
So Dan reads this blog.
He brought me some chocolate! :-)
I’m keeping him. (And the chocolate too.)
You’d think we’d have at least some small bit of chocolate in this house, wouldn’t you?
(And no, chocolate chips don’t count; they are too hard and not “right” for yours truly.)
I’m just sayin’.
I just finished cleaning a very dusty house. Whew! I even cleaned, in fact, the fingerprints some tall so-and-so put on the beam between the eating area and family room. (Hello, JRM!) Yes indeed. Cleaning is a good thing, even when it takes the whole morning.
So I’m rewarding myself. With raisin bran.
Because while I finally remembered how to dust and vacuum I forgot to eat until just now. Wouldn’t ya know? :-)