When does updating my blog not involve some form of procrastination?
The semester is over, so I should be breathing a sigh of relief, right?
So, my Spanish class exams and grades are done, submitted, etc. Yay.
My Latino Literature grades are not yet. Still need to grade those finals. And silly me forgot to bring the list of students who did the Cesar Chavez extra credit. Blast. So, I sent out a sheepish mass email asking those students who did it to kindly respond to my message that they did. As meticulous as I am about some things...others never cease to elude me.
Dropped my fiancé off at the airport yesterday afternoon. He flew out to be with his folks, and I'm going to join him and his family on Friday. I'm going to be with him and his family for a little over a week. It will be the first Christmas I've spent away from my family. But what I have to realize is that his family is going to be my family and my family is going to be his family.
When he doesn't shave, I call him "furry." What does he call me? His sunshine. The bright, yellow sunflower in his life. When I'm not with him, all I can think about is being with him. There are so many unknowns. So many things are never guaranteed. I could sit and make myself sick worrying about the unknowns, the things I'll never be sure of. But I can say that some days, all I know is that I love him. Some days the one thing I wrap around myself and take comfort in is the knowledge that he's going to be there. For me and with me.
Dissertation chapter one. (Technically chapter 2.) Oh, I came so close to finishing the chapter. I have one section left. I had a great meeting with my major professor before I left, though, and I can finally say that I'm pleased at the progress I've made. I submitted an abstract to a conference to hopefully present part of this chapter (the part I'm currently working on), so if it's accepted, that will give me even more incentive to wrap this puppy up. I feel like I've finally hit my writing stride. At least with this chapter. It's a great feeling. Especially after feeling like I was inching along like a measly little slug for so long.
So, finish up with my Latino Lit grades, (keeping my fingers crossed that my extra credit students email me in a timely manner), get my favorite boots re-heeled (I've worn those suckers OUT), pack up and fly out to a much colder place for Christmas. Here's another reason me and my guy were meant to be: He just happens to be from the same state my parents are from.
