Tuesday, July 11, 2006
When Summer Goes On
The summer started with a rush.
Here there and everywhere.
I ran around, from state to state, place to place, like it was my job.
Like a chicken with a missing head.
Now, I have moved into the slow and pointless part of the summer.
There is no more impending trips and I am forced to actually buckle down and do the “work” stuff.
Like, think about moving.
Like, packing.
Like, consider lesson plans.
I haven’t done anything all that exciting recently. I have been living the easy life, shopping, sleeping, shopping.
We went to the opening of Pirates of the Caribbean. Dressed as pirates, of course.
Though, I did look more like a biker than a pirate, but I think the message still got across.
Today I went with my uncle to the gun range.
My hand is still a bit sore from the more powerful recoils, but it was a good time.
Early next week my mother and sister arrive in town.
Maybe something fun or interesting or mildly write-worthy will occur.
Here there and everywhere.
I ran around, from state to state, place to place, like it was my job.
Like a chicken with a missing head.
Now, I have moved into the slow and pointless part of the summer.
There is no more impending trips and I am forced to actually buckle down and do the “work” stuff.
Like, think about moving.
Like, packing.
Like, consider lesson plans.
I haven’t done anything all that exciting recently. I have been living the easy life, shopping, sleeping, shopping.
We went to the opening of Pirates of the Caribbean. Dressed as pirates, of course.
Though, I did look more like a biker than a pirate, but I think the message still got across.
Today I went with my uncle to the gun range.
My hand is still a bit sore from the more powerful recoils, but it was a good time.
Early next week my mother and sister arrive in town.
Maybe something fun or interesting or mildly write-worthy will occur.