Today my Lit class gave me a pleasant surprise. They are more comfortable with me and have no problem participating in class. I even got some volunteers to TA, which couldn’t have come at a better time ‘cause my editor keeps asking for the next chapters (I hate deadlines) and the TA’s will definitely give me more writing time.
It was such a great day at school, yet I couldn’t get home any faster. I gave the Poetry class a take home essay, so I should be free to relax the whole weekend.
Good news: It seems I got a couple publishers interested in my novella, and my Cummings translations are getting some exposure, I think it helps that they are the only ones out there.
It was amazing outside like it tends to be. The sun came out early and very strong; it was bare today, no cloud dressed the sun in white. Just yellow and bright like he should be. The drive back was especially nice, the trees hid the sunlight for most of the part, but I wouldn’t let the windows keep the warm air from me. My tie was already loose by the time I got to the truck. I normally dress down, but I had to meet with Dr. Vega about tenure, so today, I was in my Sunday best.
I completely adore Fridays, and this one was no different. I had already put my sandals on, and simply proceed to jam to the radio all the way home; I didn’t even bother putting the truck in the garage. Just left it outside, kicked off the sandals and walked straight in the house. The sun had already warmed me up enough, and there was nothing else I wanted more then a quick swim. I stepped through the front door, left my keys in the table, and took off my shirt and pants on the way to the backyard. It’s not like the neighbors haven’t seen me in my boxers before. I turned on the stereo and put its volume on high and exited through the back. The sand was warm to the touch, I felt its tight wrap envelop my feet and toes…I left footprints all the way to the shore.
The lake was calm as if it were waiting for me. I dove in, and cooled off/swam for about 30 minutes, and then listened to music as I air dried. Mamá y Papá came with the kids. I love having them around, but I worry about the lake. I already enrolled them in swimming lessons, and I'm praying Alex y Gerardo don’t mind, but I’ve told them a hundred times, if I don't spoil my nieces and nephews, who is gonna?
I had at least one message in the machine like usual, and it’s to the point that I worry when she doesn’t leave one, and I'm not the worrier of the two. It does feel good though, having someone to worry about. It’s one of the many things I love about her.
How independent she is, and how she never needs me, but needs me sometimes.
I didn’t realize how tired I was, so tired that I took a nap in the hammock after I showered. My nap didn’t last that long, I was woken up by 4 hungry and hyper kids. My mom seems to have gathered a serious crush on my garden, and it comes at the perfect time because I was in serious need of a gardener. Most of the time, we all just hangout in the back and talk as we keep an eye on the kids. Today was no different…
The house is full tonight, the kids are sleeping over, and
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