California

At the CAEDM lab again. Scott’s speaking the C++ language with the TA natives, which is enough to sometimes blow anyone’s mind. But he’s hanging in there with the best of them. Give him a few weeks/months, and he’ll be as good as fluent. I’m so proud of him for doing hard things. He’s brave. And tough. And it means so much to be always increasing in respect for your spouse, to continually find yourself impressed with him in new ways.

I flatter myself I’m improving when I do the dishes.

A week from tonight I leave for California with Margaret. When I used to fly anywhere and everywhere, planes were a useful hassle. Getting there early, worrying about if I’ll actually get on, the FOREVER time it can take to board, taxiing, and then the time from the airport to wherever you’re actually going. It got to be old.

But now I’m married. And Ma’s Skywest privileges no longer apply: I can’t fly. It’s been that way for almost 3 years. And after a while, nothing says “vacation!” like a trip to good ol’ SLC international airport.

Come on, California! (Even if it will be awkward to go with Margaret.)

I realize that, while I’m comfortable talking about difficult things in generalities (see: pregnancy), occasionally I never get around to explaining the meat of a situation. I’d like to, and originally planned on, explaining the ins and out of the Margaret-world-o-love. But it’s complicated and involves people. It would just be soooo much work to explain all of the nuances of everyone. To keep it brief, she went to my principal to explain how she thought fifth grade in general, and I specifically, should operate next year.

And I’m not supposed to know it was her. That’s interesting.