Last night I attended a going-away party for my department chair, who is moving to Texas, and my faculty mentor, who is moving to Mississippi. It's sad to say good-bye to two of my favorite people in the department. Both of them are going to have better jobs, and certainly better weather, but now we'll have to move along without them. I will miss them so much. (That's me in my party finery in the photo.)
That's part of academia, though. People come and go. I should get used to it, but I'm one of these people that I want to hold onto others and be friends for life. In the few instances where I've lost contact with people I once cared deeply about, I still find myself hoping that somehow, some day, these people will walk back into my life.
My husband was bemoaning yesterday the crowded summer I'm about to face and has begun to plan to drive down to Louisiana alone to see his mother and brothers. It's rather irritating since I'd really hoped to have a nice quiet summer with him. Then when he began to talk about needing to restore the savings account's healthy status (after helping Daniel buy his van), I felt as if I ought to work to not only help put money back into savings but also to pay for the studio apartment I'm renting. I should be able to move into that little apartment in about a week. I'm eager to get myself established there so that I can get the house I share with my husband and cat cleaned up a bit before my brother comes to visit in a little over a month.
So much to do. Busy, busy. I don't have time to feel sad about Ruth and Genevieve, but I'm sad nonetheless.
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