Sunday, August 16, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Watching the Summer Wind Down
And my parents depart for my homeland. With that the contract enters its final phase.
The days are hot here. Intolerably hot. I spend the day in the air conditioning. The humidity is more oppressive than any Nebraskan summer I can remember. And certainly worse than Nebraska's present conditions. I read, I study, I smoke, I write, I drink coffee. I can't go outside. I won't.I never liked summer. I thought I did in the depths of winter but ultimately I'd prefer that to this.
Sunday is the day of intense reflection, mental preparation, buttressing my mind for the upcoming workload. I go over the texts for the coming weeks and plot my lessons. I look at random graphs and maps. I miss the days of the delivery on Sundays. The Sunday safari. The stoned adventures to the tourist traps around town.
The days are hot here. Intolerably hot. I spend the day in the air conditioning. The humidity is more oppressive than any Nebraskan summer I can remember. And certainly worse than Nebraska's present conditions. I read, I study, I smoke, I write, I drink coffee. I can't go outside. I won't.I never liked summer. I thought I did in the depths of winter but ultimately I'd prefer that to this.
Sunday is the day of intense reflection, mental preparation, buttressing my mind for the upcoming workload. I go over the texts for the coming weeks and plot my lessons. I look at random graphs and maps. I miss the days of the delivery on Sundays. The Sunday safari. The stoned adventures to the tourist traps around town.
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