Tuesday, May 14, 2013
When I was working on my doctorate, I was fortunate enough to find my people. By that I mean, I was in a place with like-minded people who were doing what I was doing. I realize this is a side-effect of graduate work. These people, however, were much more than an intellectual cohort, a term that gets bandied around these parts a lot. They were, as I said, my people. Initially, they were my friends, but they became my family. We helped each other through a lot of shit. Some academic, some not. I miss these people, most of whom are now finished with their graduate degrees and now live all over the country, every. single. day. Today, I am missing them more than I do most days. And you know who you are.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Since dropping George and Bear off at daycare this morning, I've managed to finish a large section of a paper that has been dogging me for almost two months. This paper is the culmination of a project I started with two colleagues over a year ago. It has been an exciting process as it has allowed me to work in an area I find intriguing but know almost nothing about. For that reason--at least I'm blaming it on that--I have really struggled with this essay. In fact, writing it has been more painful than writing my dissertation. But now, I'm almost finished. In fact, I can now see the finish line. That makes taking George to daycare just a little bit easier.
Monday, May 06, 2013
George starts daycare today. For now, he will only be going two days a week. While my practical side tells me that this is necessary in order for me to get some crucial work done, my not-so-practical side is sad. I've never spent more than 4 hours away from him, and on those rare occasions, he has been in Archer's care. I somehow managed to get him a spot in the room Bear was in, so he is with a teacher we know well. In fact, she has already baby-sat him a few times. Archer was hopeful I wouldn't be too upset this morning because, as he said, "We've done this twice already." I managed to keep it together until we left the center, but then, I had a good cry.
He was a coal miner for more than 30 years, so I wanted to share this image of him. I don't associate him with the mines, as I knew a very different side of him. I still think this image captures him as I remember him best, smiling, relaxed, calm. He was a wonderful person, and I miss him very much.