Tuesday night I went out to dinner and a student production of Anouilh's Ring Round The Moon, which was slow to start with then the actors seemed to suddenly get their rhythm working and it turned out to be fun. I'm glad to be doing this again--the friend I see these with I otherwise rarely manage to get organized enough to see.
My final orientation for the year was Wednesday night. So nice to have it catered for the first time--all I had to buy was the liquor license, the wine, and beer. We had a good crowd of both students and faculty, and I think it went well. Not very much of the food was left, at least. I got home about 8:00 and we were in bed by 9:00 and asleep by 9:30. I haven't done that in ages, but managed to keep getting eight hours a night through the rest of the week. I felt so much better for the rest of the week. Aha! Sleep makes me less tired and/or depressed. Surprise.
Back when we thought we were going away for our annual writing retreat to Rockaway Beach, I had asked for Friday off. When that got cancelled and then when even our alternative writing in Seattle weekend got re-scheduled I couldn't bring myself to cancel the day off, so Jim and I had a lovely three-day weekend.
Friday, though, when Jim was out running some errands and I was having a shower, a storm came through with thunder, lightning, and then some nearly marble-sized hail. It was hitting the window horizontally, and I worried for a couple of minutes that it was going to break the window. It was loud. The hail looking alarmingly snow-like on the roads and lawns and roof, and stuck around in our backyard for several hours.
Friday night we were invited over to Leslie's for dinner, but Jim wasn't up for going, so I went alone, though there was a crowd there (you can tell where I don't know some last names): John Crowley, his wife, Lori, Ted Chiang, his girlfriend Marcia, Lisa Gold, Matt Ruff (Lisa and Matt did all the cooking), Leslie, Leslie's roommate Colleen, and her daughter Kristina. A large group, but we had the most wonderful conversations across the table, more than one going at a time so I kept moving from conversation to conversation. Really, it was a lot of fun, and the food was great. It has been a while since I enjoyed talking with people I don't know very well so much.
Saturday Tamar made a lovely dinner for Devin, Jim, and me, and then we watched Letters from Iwo Jima, which of course was well done. Intense.
Today I really haven't done much at all, except the things that keep life going: cooking, organizing things, playing with cats and kittens, paying bills.
Check out The rest of my journal if you want to know what I've been listening to, reading, writing, and to read a section of my old journal (actually Jim's right now) from a 1994 trip to Scotland.