Surfacing

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I'm beginning to feel a little more normal. At least, I can tell people about Cholmondeley without bursting into tears. There's still a bit gaping hole where he used to be, though.

His photo made Explore on Flickr. That's a nice thing.

This week, I managed to function in classes. Tuesday, I felt a bit of strain, but today things went well. I felt the group was on My Side, which is always nice. Online courses seem to be going gangbusters, so that's good as well.

I wish I didn't have to go to a dept meeting tomorrow. I think it might be not fun, but I will try very hard to float above it, and not get involved in the politics of it and escape unscathed. That would be the desirable outcome, anyway - to be unscathed.

Oh, and my Paris photo was chosen for the guidebook. I'd quite given up, then I got an email from them a day or two ago. So, yay.

And, lidocafe - you know I'm thinking about you and hoping that all will be well for you soon.

Comments

[lidocafe.livejournal.com]

I love the idea that some stranger will pick up a guide book and see a picture and say let's go there and will in that way be connected to you, unknown and far away, while walking among the mysterious lost. There's something meaningful there, something that connects up with Cholmondeley and that he came to you and that he had to go and that somewhere out there are other creatures, human and otherwise, that you will know, and others you won't and oh, I am like Prufrock: it is impossible to say just what I mean! It's something about the intersection of intention, desire, and chance.

On the subject of pets, as you know it's now been a year and a half since we had to let Rosa go, and I still wish I could have her back and have trouble settling for less. We've gotten to the point, though, where we can laugh when remembering the way she used to tear about the house, running like mad to nowhere in particular.

And thank you for your thought. (Also gritting my teeth for dept. meeting.)

[intertext.livejournal.com]

The Peter Gabriel was meant for you, too. You probably know it, but the words seemed particularly apt.