As D. and Ph. make final preps to leave for Kamanzi, Kenya
day-after-tomorrow, I’ve been:
- thinking about how nice it would be to have a dog. More
specifically, the $700 pug puppy I saw at the mall this morning. I still
suffer bouts of
dog guilt (fleeting though they are, both guilt and dogs). Our
lease? No pets. But this is a college town. Leases are writ
to be violated.
- not itching the phantom poison ivy I haven’t yet caught. The
difference between a watch and a warning. Or so my
not-yet-red-and-burning ankle skin suggests. Landlord is abroad, too, so
I pushed the mower around this small lot yesterday. Yes, those were
nubs of poison ivy growing in the lawn, then chopped and sprayed in small bits
around my socks and shins. Certain of it.
- to the bone doctor for the third time in six weeks. Today he cleared
Ph. to resume all normal activities. Are you sure his metatarsals can
- non-stop tinkering with a perl script, the online journal, a domain
change for a little side project I’m involved with and teaching.
Teaching: this was the weekend (transitioning from 5-of-8 to 6-of-8) when the
workload spikes double. And it lingers into this week for a few more
relatively work-intensive days. But I can’t complain: reading and
writing back to writing with vigor, vitality.
- wondering whether it’ll be a family outing to
Green Lakes or
Southwick Beach tomorrow. I have yet to swim this summer?
- reconciling the severe slow-down in reading pace I’ve experienced now that
I’m reading just to read rather than reading against deadlines. No
crisis, this, but I haven’t been reading as expediently during the summer
months as I projected I might. A slowing suited to rejuvenation.
And so D. and Ph. will be flying to Detroit then Amsterdam then Nairobi,
leaving for about fourteen days. Once there, D.’s leading a teacher’s
workshop for grades 1-3 on the science of simple machines (who says incline
planes are simpler than pulleys?), and Ph. is involved with some other stuff.
All in all, an exciting trip; I’d love be along on it except that I’d have to
concede the web connection for ten days and this fast-paced summer teaching
couldn’t withstand it. So instead, I’m going to be moping around Syracuse,
missing D. and Ph., looking for stuff to do–besides teaching, reading.
I’m pretty sure I’m helping a friend move from Syracuse to Ithaca. After
that, maybe I’ll throw the bike in the Element and do a bit of Central NY
bicycle-n-photo blogging–Finger Lakes or the Erie Canal from here to Rome.