Saturday, July 30, 2005
Splunge
I'm now sitting in my almost-empty apartment at two-thirty in the morning, having a dinner of Libby's canned yellow cling peaches and a bottle of beer. This has got to be a new low.
Lately I've been quite mired in the process of moving. I enjoy moving, even with the hell of finding roommates, looking for new places, paying deposits, and the eventual lifting lots of heavy things. It's all worth it. My life's setting needs to change annually. But these transitional, penultimate days of July sort of get to me.
So I'm looking forward to next week. Once I get settled in my new place, I'll try to use the remaining three weeks of summer to be productive. My goals are to 1) finish a draft of the piano sonata I've been working on, 2) go canoeing, 3) fix my telescope, and 4) catch the Perseid meteor shower on August 12th. I haven't had the best couple of months, true, but I think if I accomplish even one of these goals, I will be extremely satisfied with my summer.
Lately I've been quite mired in the process of moving. I enjoy moving, even with the hell of finding roommates, looking for new places, paying deposits, and the eventual lifting lots of heavy things. It's all worth it. My life's setting needs to change annually. But these transitional, penultimate days of July sort of get to me.
So I'm looking forward to next week. Once I get settled in my new place, I'll try to use the remaining three weeks of summer to be productive. My goals are to 1) finish a draft of the piano sonata I've been working on, 2) go canoeing, 3) fix my telescope, and 4) catch the Perseid meteor shower on August 12th. I haven't had the best couple of months, true, but I think if I accomplish even one of these goals, I will be extremely satisfied with my summer.
