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glaucon today after all. I'm staying an extra week in Michigan because there's still SO much work to be done on my parents' house...and I am the one of my siblings with some measure of spare, or at least unstructured, time, since I'm not teaching again until October. So I have elected myself as the one who should stay at the house and motor through as much of the work as I can this week. I'll be flying back to Seattle on the 19th. My internet access will be sporadic this week--I'll probably be able to check email once per day or so. Right now I'm at the Wyoming Public Library, on a guest pass--that's the city of Wyoming, a suburb of Grand Rapids; this is the library I used to frequent with my Dad, every Saturday, when I was a little kid. Both of us used to check out as many books as we were allowed to. This library is really cute. It has been redone since I was a kid, with a whole new floor plan and a new exterior facade (they may have torn down the old building, I'm not sure--it seems to occupy the same footprint, though, so I think they probably just re-did the exterior). There seem to be about the same number of books that they used to have, but obviously a lot more computers. Like...any. There seem to be about 35-40 work stations, with only 6 of them "Facebook/MySpace" friendly. LOL. Adorable.
Anyway...send me good energy. I need it. I'm going to be staying by myself at my parents' house. Just me and all the ghosts. The place is thick with them...but I'm related to most or all of them, so I think they feel relatively benign toward me, and possibly even downright welcoming. They don't mean me any harm, but they do make me cry a lot. They don't want to be forgotten, and soon the house will be occupied by strangers, so they're clamoring to say their piece.
glaucon today after all. I'm staying an extra week in Michigan because there's still SO much work to be done on my parents' house...and I am the one of my siblings with some measure of spare, or at least unstructured, time, since I'm not teaching again until October. So I have elected myself as the one who should stay at the house and motor through as much of the work as I can this week. I'll be flying back to Seattle on the 19th. My internet access will be sporadic this week--I'll probably be able to check email once per day or so. Right now I'm at the Wyoming Public Library, on a guest pass--that's the city of Wyoming, a suburb of Grand Rapids; this is the library I used to frequent with my Dad, every Saturday, when I was a little kid. Both of us used to check out as many books as we were allowed to. This library is really cute. It has been redone since I was a kid, with a whole new floor plan and a new exterior facade (they may have torn down the old building, I'm not sure--it seems to occupy the same footprint, though, so I think they probably just re-did the exterior). There seem to be about the same number of books that they used to have, but obviously a lot more computers. Like...any. There seem to be about 35-40 work stations, with only 6 of them "Facebook/MySpace" friendly. LOL. Adorable.Anyway...send me good energy. I need it. I'm going to be staying by myself at my parents' house. Just me and all the ghosts. The place is thick with them...but I'm related to most or all of them, so I think they feel relatively benign toward me, and possibly even downright welcoming. They don't mean me any harm, but they do make me cry a lot. They don't want to be forgotten, and soon the house will be occupied by strangers, so they're clamoring to say their piece.