April is the cruellest month.... I just signed some of our carefully prepared tax documents, hoping that if my Esteemed Spouse (my tax preparer) goes to jail, the courts will have mercy on me. Just kidding. He does the best he can, and since his doctorate is in business, it's pretty darned good. Too bad he couldn't work any magic on the amount we're having to pay, but at least [please insert your snarkiest, snidest tone] we're getting some Economic Stimulus money, thanks to our divinely inspired president. Ha.
Speaking of money--and isn't everyone?--we've made reservations to go down for my son's law school graduation. They're having quite a get-together. My daughter-in-law has reserved a B&B for a brunch, and lots of their friends will be congregating. I've got to make sure my grades are turned in before we leave so I don't have a repeat performance of last semester. Chances are good that we'll be delayed getting back to Michigan by road construction. This winter has really been hard on the roads, so our delay due to ice/snow getting back from my graduation in December will seem an easy ride compared to dodging orange barrels and cones and people wearing hard hats and orange vests.
It's that time in the semester when the slow, grinding pace turns magically into Oh-my-God-there's-only-X-days-left!!! My adrenalin starts to pump, and I step into high gear [cliche-ville], causing great storms of flying paper and ink--or, in the case of my online classes, great storms of bytes flying through the ethernet, or whatever it is. I'll never understand it all, of course. Just like I never understood (and will likely never understand) how airplanes fly. Fortunately for me, I don't have to understand it.
I'm looking forward to summer. There are books to be read, paintings to be painted, crafts to be crafted, naps to be taken.
I was officially recognized as a new faculty member yesterday. They had a faculty meeting (I wasn't invited, apparently, nor were any of the adjuncts), and the new hires were announced. The secretary told me that they were in the midst of assigning offices. I can hardly wait! The offices are the sizes of broom closets, but at least I'll have a door that shuts and locks. And I'll be on the third floor, where all the action takes place. Most excellent.
It's been a long road, with lots of potholes and dead ends and detours. One chapter ends. Another begins. That's a good thing. I hope. It scares the hell out of me. S.
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