SO I slept late this morning, getting up at 6. On Monday the semester starts and I’ll be running on full tilt for the next dozen weeks. There are a few things left over that have to get done also. I want to do a better job coaching M.’s soccer team and work out my conflict with the mother of one of the kids. It is frustrating that a thing which should be so much fun has become a site for anxiety. I also experience some anxiety because M. often just horses around when they are asking me (a coach) to shape things up. I guess I’ve got to let go.
I still have that MS to send out. Gotta do it. In reading my work and Ideas I am convinced of the validity of the ideas, though the prose is -hurm- challenged in many cases.
I’ve got two new classes to teach, one of which is a literature class and the other is a cluster with two other professors teaching on a single theme. This will take lots of work, teaching out of my usual booklist and comfort-zone. I’m excited and a bit more afraid than usual.
I rally want to clean up and organize my office. It is and it isn’t a metaphor for my slovenly personal regimen. While I am good at some things, getting up and going, I lack the determination to order my world. Of course one of the pictures of Aurthur Schlesinger that I saw on his OBIT was of him (with a bow tie!) in a jumbled and sloppy office.
I went for a run today and for the first time in a number of weeks my leg did not hurt. I wasn’t particularly fast, though I’m not timing myself anymore (I need a new HRM). It was a beautiful morning and I saw lots of magical things. The sun off of a grave, an eroded jesus inlay a bronze woman weeping at a mausoleum door and a chicken-coop.
I also saw an older cemetery worker walking from his car smoking. I thought about how he must have looked when he picked up the habit. He is a sturdy, paunchy white-haired man now, but that is not how we look when we start smoking. Was he young and dashing once? Is he happy about the arc of his life?
I remember when I would get up every morning and ride up the 1600 feet to Grizzly peak. Now I get to run by an industrial canal between two boneyards. Sigh.