Monday in review — I didn’t go to bed, so that I could grad papers. I got a lot done but not everything. I put oats, milk, sugar, and other tasty things in the Crock Pot and set it overnight so that I had some of the tastiest oatmeal ever in the morning.
I got encryption and SafePeer going with Azureus; it was rather easy.
Since I was already awake I took an early shower then caught and earlier than usual 38 to campus, where I continued grading a while. Coffee helped a bit, but after an all-nighter I am always bound to crash. Teaching was no problem, and though we strayed from my projected topic(s) we still had productive discussions about art and poetry and Freizeit. I returned to the 8th floor after a long discussion with Natallia at the end but her, Ginger, and Anne earlier about fascism, about the German play, about other grammar and writing related activities. The “teaching” type stuff I love to do but can’t do in class because it’s “off-topic.”
I retuned to the 8th floor, stuck around a while, and then came home after dropping books off at the library. I had no money, but I was hungry. I had forgotten my wallet on my night stand — 2nd time I’ve don that this year — so once I came home I had water to drink, and then I cleaned a bit more. Last night I had tied up, but this afternoon I swept, and then I vacuumed with the Dust Buster, and then I even mopped a bit. I would have mopped more but I still had boxes and bogs of recyclables in the kitchen so I just mopped around them. It was — is — an improvement.
When I was last at Woodman’s with Jen I found canned, shredded ham, like we had as kids, an alternative to tuna, but pricier. I got one can, and also found a tuna-sized can of turkey, so I purchased it, and this afternoon I mixed it with may and hot pepper sauce, and it was delicious as a sandwich spread. Too bad I had no bread.
I caught the 4pm #3 back to campus. I read some poems along the way and found a nifty Rilke poem and its translation. I worked at my computer for a while and then saw Manfred, so gave him a hug and chatted, and then up to 1418 we went for the first group meeting. I’m currently set for lighting, but might get a bit-part on-stage along the way. We “technical” folks were let out early, so I packed up my stuff, walked down the hill for the 2nd time today, stopped at Walgreen’s to get some new water filters and chocolate milk (I was dehydrated and under-caloried …), and since there was time before the next bus I stopped by Riley’s and pickedup two bottles of red (Gnarly Head old vine zin, and a Rex Goliath syrah, I think it was). The prices are higher than at Woodman’s, but I wanted something on-hand.
Near the Overture center, across from Espresso Royale, I helped a mid-30s mother and her young daughter. The latter’s watch was off, as was the clock hanging above Goldman’s Jewelry, and so they didn’t know the right time, and, in the wake of having missed their #2, how to get where they were going. I gave advice, was thanked, felt good about behaving naturally, and they went off to a store to shop while waiting for the next #2. I caught a #4, read a bit, waited a while on the Square while the driver took a break, and returned home around 7:40. There was a message from Helena; Andrea hadn’t yet arrived, and then, later, about 8:30 or so, my buzzer rang, but the low, dying ring of dead batteries, and after the 2nd I let Helena and Andrea in. Helena left shortly thereafter so she could do her own work.
Andrea and I chatted a bit, then, as I was showing him the apartment, Jen called, so we talked a while, and then when I got off the phone with her I called Lynn, who had asked me to bring a few books home for her, and then, 15 minutes later she came over, we talked, and the three of us went to the Weary Traveler.
A “Two-Hearted Ale” and Reuben Sandwich later, along with lots of good conversation, I left the place again, we wandered back this direction, Lynn went home, and as I write this Andrea has just fallen off to sleep.
My eyelids, too, hang heavy and I feel typos breaking through with greater frequency. My fingers do not obey, and so I decide, too, to call it a day.
