Tapped Out

I've probably mentioned before that it's hard to think of something to write about every day. Now, as it nears ten o'clock at night -- and my alarm is set for five in the morning -- I'm having quite a bit of difficulty. I know there's nothing that says I have to post to my blog every day, but I've been doing it for so long that not to just wouldn't feel right. Tonight I went to a house concert. It was enjoyable, but most of the time I was thinking about tomorrow's class more than I was listening to the music. I suppose that's not an entirely bad thing. It was funny; when I mentioned that I had to get up for my Saturday class, a friend who is a high school teachers said, "Don't college professors get to choose when they teach?" I said, "Yes, thanks for reminding me -- tonight -- that I made that choice!" As it turned out, the party broke up by nine, so even after saying my (rather lengthy goodbyes), I was on the road by nine-thirty.

My son's band is playing nearby tomorrow night (in fact, they're at the same place tonight, but there's no way I could see them before an early class). They won't get started until 9:30 or 10:00, so I'm not sure whether I'll go or not. I suppose I could at least meet up with them for a drink beforehand. A show like the one I went to tonight is more up my fifty-four-year-old alley: get there before 6:00 to help, eat a bite, listen to the music (which started around 7:00), drink iced tea, be with friends, and go home. When I feel like it, I can hang with the twenty-somethings, but I pay for it too many days afterwards to make it worthwhile.

I'm still not quite over my sinus infection; after my class tomorrow I'd like to just rest on my back porch. I'm still finding Legos here and there, along with random pieces of clothing left by my son and granddaughters. I've been fighting a (so far) winning battle with a can of Pringles they left behind -- and I don't even like Pringles. It's just that they aren't "diet food" and I'm trying really hard to stay on track with Weight Watchers. According to my most recent weigh-in, I'm down two-and-a-half pounds in the past three weeks, but when I was in my doctor's office earlier this week, the nurse said I was down six pounds since May. It feels like so much effort for so little reward. Slow and steady . . .