1. I think it's a sure sign that I'm out of the blogging groove if seven quick takes sounds like too many.
2. Last week I was thinking, "I should close down the blog. I'm not going to have time to write. It will just be a distraction. My students will find it eventually and I don't want that to happen." And then I remembered that the whole reason I started this blog seven years ago (!) was to write quick and easy posts documenting life with the kids. After that I remembered how fun it is to revisit those early posts, full of things I would never have been able to recall on my own. So. Onward.
3. Back in July I applied for life insurance. I was disgruntled when my bloodwork results kicked me into a higher risk category: one of my liver numbers was elevated. Harrumph, I thought, it was the Kahlua I drank while I was working on those stupid photo albums. I'm a one-drink-a-month kind of drinker and I had two a night for a week. I'll get it retested and then I can go back in the low-risk category where I belong.
Now I have two liver numbers that are elevated: AST and GGT.
4. But I am not letting my imagination run away with me, she said virtuously. Not at all. I'm going to see a gastroenterologist on the 17th. Say a prayer?
5. Stella has been interested in dance for a while now, but after calling around in the summer and determining that every little girl dance class in town was inconvenient for one reason or another, I decided guiltily to let it slide for another semester. But! Then! At our downtown arts festival I came across a table for a ballet studio that's right in my neighborhood, offering classes that fit into our crazypants fall schedule. She started yesterday and OH OH OH the cuteness. So glad it worked out after all.
6. Do you happen to remember all my stress and angst about getting my grad school research projects published? Rejections, a withdrawal, revising until I was weary of the sound of my own voice? Well. Both of those projects were accepted for publication this summer-- one in June and one in August. The timing couldn't be better -- it means I am in good shape for my first year on the tenure track.
Maybe one day I will learn to trust God's timing, you think?
7. The semester is going well, I think, but I have a boatload of grading to do this weekend. Prepping a class is a bit like childbirth-- the way you think afterward, "Oh, it wasn't that bad," and then you get into the middle of it again and you realize it was that bad and then some.
Hey, look at that-- I made it to 7. More quick takes at Jen's.
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