My first semester of grad school is over, huzzah. I finished up last week which, to tell you the truth, already feels like two months ago. On the last night of class a bunch of us went out to a bar near campus and grabbed a beer. It was nice to socialize with them and make some new connections. I felt kind of anti-social in that class, in part because it was on Monday nights from 7:00-9:40PM. Last thing in the world I wanted to do after class was talk.
I spent the past week or so focusing on the house work I abandoned during the last weeks of school, both in terms of my own domestic situation and the needs of The Property I own. Yard work, laundry work, arranging work with contractors. Steve more or less challenged me to try to do one of the more physical projects we had on our list, and two hours later I had taken down a fence. It felt great to sweat and get scratched up and feel accomplished, even on a minor scale.
I’m reading Zeitoun and watching Treme and viewing When the Levees Broke. My mind is filled with pictures and stories from New Orleans, both my own and other people’s.