I finished off a second glass of rosé. It’s really not rosé weather.
I got my schedule for September. This is going to be the first fall I’m not teaching at the university. There are moments where I think, ‘ha! I’m gonna sleep til 10 every morning and then hang out at the off-track betting place down the street and read lots of books! I’m fine!’ There are also moments where I think ‘no actually I am not fine at all.’
I probably should have gone to bed about an hour ago.
1. (Courtesy of fellow scoliosis patients) Don’t like having your behind hanging out of a hospital gown? Ask for two. Put one on forward and one backward. You could probably ask for twenty and the nurse will say yes. They’ve always got lots of hospital gowns.
2. (Courtesy of the beach ladies of Nice) Turn your flipflops over, and they won’t be so hot when you put them back on.
3. (Courtesy of a fonctionnaire who helped me with visa paperwork when I first moved here) Bring a book.
4. (Courtesy of my stubbornness) Using an American keyboard because getting used to a French keyboard would just be too hard is pretty dumb. Oh, the things I could have accomplished with the amount of time it used to take me to type ça, on l’a déjà fait cette année.
5. (Courtesy of my terrible life decisions) Get it in writing.
A lot of these are already getting bounced around in reblogs, but if you’re not working or have a job that lets you read at work, do check out:
Ta-Nehisi Coates in The Atlantic
Jelani Cobb updates in The New Yorker
Sarah Stillman wrote this about police militarization one year ago this month, as well as this about civil forfeiture, one way by which police departments get the money to buy all those tanks. From The New Yorker again. (The New Yorker archives are free at the moment, so you don’t need to use your dad’s password to read anything. Also, as part of the site redesign, they have eliminated comments, and this is really a good thing.)
Before English mother-in-law came, I procrastinated on cleaning by going through all my clothes and pulling things I hadn’t worn in forever to donate. Paul found a few things of his too (oh hmm neither of us wants to mop) and we had a little pile which we stuffed into his old hiking backpack. We eventually did get to mopping and cleaning the toilet and the sink, and only yesterday went to take the clothes to the donation bin.
As we were taking all the clothes out of the backpack we realized that, wait, there were more clothes already on the bottom in there? How? Maybe from the last time we sorted through our clothes, a year ago? We started pulling them out to see if they were dirty or torn, and eewww what is this stuff all over that shirt, mold?
Found at least one live one crawling around, shook out quite a few dead moths, holes in the one jacket meant they’d maybe died from overeating, carried the gross clothes to the dumpster, all the while going YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK they’d been in there for a year YUCK YUCK GROSS.
I found a flight for 700€ last night, and got really excited about the possibility of going to Chicago for the alumni party. I would spend more time travelling than actually there, but probably would have had a lock on the ‘who came farthest to come here’ award. ‘You’re so crazy you flew all the way here!’ everybody would say to me, high-fiving me and passing me more drinks. ‘What a wild, spontaneous thing to do!’
But for whatever reason I decided to wait until this morning to book, and I got our tax bill in the mail and that was the end of that.
All I want right now is
- peanut m&ms
- gin and tonic
- 1000€ for airfare and hotel so I can go to Chicago for an alumni party for my small liberal arts school in the middle of nowhere alma mater
Two of these things I already have. I’m starting to do some nutso future budget plans to make the third one happen.