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Nov. 3rd, 2009 06:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minxyWell, hell. It's been over a month since we've spoken, eh? I never write, I never... write.
Sorry. It's not that I don't love you.
It's that I was wrapped up in my visiting sweetheart when I wasn't wrapped up in my job. Both continue to be wonderful. Occasionally I would check in with the Livejournal/Dreamwidth type peeps and wonder if I wasn't using up more than my share of happy in the world right now, but I think you all know I would give you my left breast if it would help you over some rough patch in your lives, so I go on.
Things I have learned since last we spoke:
Being Human is Kind Of Awesome. And by "kind of" I mean "REALLY REALLY". It would be most excellent if more people would watch this (six episodes! It's nothing! SG-1 was ten years of our lives! Give it a whirl!) but since I haven't been around to know whether you've been watching it, I'm not really going to get on your case about it. I shall say this: George = love. Nina and Annie really grew on me, from different directions. I remain mildly indifferent about the other one, but I'm invested because George and Annie are.
It's really fabulous when your sweetheart also enjoys scifi, isn't it? He's been to more conventions than I have (virtually every sci fi fan has, I should say. I've been to one panel! But it was awesome. It was about writing sex, naturally. And I kind of crashed it, so,) is just as excited about Being Human, and borrowed my Colson Whitehead for the plane home (he left Somnambulist by Jonathan Barnes as a hostage). I didn't know this about him really, before. But then, when you're in each other's company non-stop for three weeks, you stop worrying about whether you can fart in front of one another, or avoid occasional zits on your back where you can't see anyway or whether your sweetie knows you have a fannish journal or whatever.
Actually, while we're on things that I've learned: I didn't realize you could *have* that much sex, in that many ways, in just three weeks. I tell you. The things you learn when you find someone highly compatible. I mean, the things you learn about yourself in the throes too, but that's another story. Also: copious great sex is a fantastic way to prevent migraines. I haven't had such a complete absence of head pain in... wow, a long time.
My students have found new and inventive ways to describe the natural world. Sometimes it makes me sad that I can't give them partial credit for alternate realities.
I was promised snow by November, and it's been a balmy 70 degrees here today. There's no predicting the weather. Also they turned on the heater at work, which means I'm wearing the most summery clothes I have since arriving at this job (the AC was a little enthusiastic in the summer.)
I'm so behind on my Christmas knitting. On needles: blazing orange scarf (Nana's yarn) with pockets for Amina, fair isle Argyle socks for Dad (first knitting for Dad! I'm worried that there's little stretch), Baltimore yarn sweater for me. At some point: fingerless gloves and socks for me. Probably after the holidays.
Hope everyone is well. Holla if I should know about something. I love you. See how good I am about saying that? I'm getting really good.
Sorry. It's not that I don't love you.
It's that I was wrapped up in my visiting sweetheart when I wasn't wrapped up in my job. Both continue to be wonderful. Occasionally I would check in with the Livejournal/Dreamwidth type peeps and wonder if I wasn't using up more than my share of happy in the world right now, but I think you all know I would give you my left breast if it would help you over some rough patch in your lives, so I go on.
Things I have learned since last we spoke:
Being Human is Kind Of Awesome. And by "kind of" I mean "REALLY REALLY". It would be most excellent if more people would watch this (six episodes! It's nothing! SG-1 was ten years of our lives! Give it a whirl!) but since I haven't been around to know whether you've been watching it, I'm not really going to get on your case about it. I shall say this: George = love. Nina and Annie really grew on me, from different directions. I remain mildly indifferent about the other one, but I'm invested because George and Annie are.
It's really fabulous when your sweetheart also enjoys scifi, isn't it? He's been to more conventions than I have (virtually every sci fi fan has, I should say. I've been to one panel! But it was awesome. It was about writing sex, naturally. And I kind of crashed it, so,) is just as excited about Being Human, and borrowed my Colson Whitehead for the plane home (he left Somnambulist by Jonathan Barnes as a hostage). I didn't know this about him really, before. But then, when you're in each other's company non-stop for three weeks, you stop worrying about whether you can fart in front of one another, or avoid occasional zits on your back where you can't see anyway or whether your sweetie knows you have a fannish journal or whatever.
Actually, while we're on things that I've learned: I didn't realize you could *have* that much sex, in that many ways, in just three weeks. I tell you. The things you learn when you find someone highly compatible. I mean, the things you learn about yourself in the throes too, but that's another story. Also: copious great sex is a fantastic way to prevent migraines. I haven't had such a complete absence of head pain in... wow, a long time.
My students have found new and inventive ways to describe the natural world. Sometimes it makes me sad that I can't give them partial credit for alternate realities.
I was promised snow by November, and it's been a balmy 70 degrees here today. There's no predicting the weather. Also they turned on the heater at work, which means I'm wearing the most summery clothes I have since arriving at this job (the AC was a little enthusiastic in the summer.)
I'm so behind on my Christmas knitting. On needles: blazing orange scarf (Nana's yarn) with pockets for Amina, fair isle Argyle socks for Dad (first knitting for Dad! I'm worried that there's little stretch), Baltimore yarn sweater for me. At some point: fingerless gloves and socks for me. Probably after the holidays.
Hope everyone is well. Holla if I should know about something. I love you. See how good I am about saying that? I'm getting really good.
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Date: 2009-11-05 12:33 am (UTC)I worry about those kids sometimes. I usually teach better if I just let myself enjoy the process, but the ones who really object to my reality are just not doing well on my tests, for some reason. This concerns me somewhat. And yet, not a whole lot more I can do for them, you know?