Life and Times

I have so much to write, dear readers. I've fallen behind on both this blog and my practice blog. I am very behind on e-mails--not just responding to them, but reading them. I'm also behind on reading blogs.

I have no excuse.

Wait. I do have an excuse. But that's neither here nor there.

Here's what I've been doing:

Last week, as you've probably read, I was in Louisiana. It was to be a time of recalibration and rejuvenation. It was a good "vacation"--I did lots of editing for a freelance job, lots of piano-practicing, and some writing. I had no computer, so I didn't do much in the way of net-surfing or blogging, obviously.

This weekend, my dad and I road-tripped back to North Carolina. We took the long way home--the Mississippi Gulf Coast route. Very sad drive. The big, oak-shaded houses that used to line the road along the coast are all gone. Little remains, except for the cement foundations and the wind-battered oaks. By wind-battered, I meant that the bark of many oaks has been stripped off on the "gulf" side. I'd heard that the coast was devastated beyond belief, and I wanted to see for myself. So now I know.

The beaches, however, were beautiful. And the casinos are rebuilding (not that that's a good thing--I've hated those casinos from the beginning).

Yesterday was a dark night of the soul and a day of grieving for a special person--a friend's mom--who died on Sunday after a two-year battle with cancer. I can't imagine losing my mom. I can't imagine what my friend must be going through.

Today is the funeral, and it's in Louisiana, and I'm back in North Carolina and can't be there for my friend. That makes me sad, too, though I'm sure there will be plenty of friends there for her. Still, I hate being so far away.

Today is also a day for work on my part. Time to get moving. I need to do freelance work, and I have more work scheduled in the effort to get more freelance work. Ah, it's a never-ending cycle. But if I can't make enough money doing freelance, then I'm going have to go back to a Real Job. I think I'm allergic to Real Jobs.

And for those of you who are wondering about my current Real Job status ... no, I'm not going to teach next year. I may still teach a writing class, but I've stepped down from the full-time, soul-sucking arrangement of last year.

So. It's time for work. And I think I'll be able to start posting regularly again, now that I'm home and life is starting to settle down a bit.

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