Catching up

I’ve been neglecting my diary, again.  Shameful I know.  So I come to catch up.  The problem with putting it all off for so long is that is begins to be difficult to determine what to write about.  To relate the entirety of the last month would be folly, and a rather long folly at that.  

So.

Summer school ended, and since that time I have been spending but two days a week working at school (I’m actually rather proud of myself for keeping it down to two).  The other days have been spent in resting, running errands, and attempting to relax and be ready for the new school year which is looming near.  Last week we were in Dallas for a math conference.  Parts of it were annoying, but most of it was rather fun.  I’ll let you in on a little secret.  Teachers, yes, even your teachers…. drink.  Profusely.  Especially when gathered together in a resort for an educational conference.  It’s your fault, really.  Yes you.  You were a kid once, and you did things in classrooms that made your teachers drink.  The annoying part had to do with the way this particular conference is run.  It was a bit of an exercise in controlled chaos.  You were not assigned sessions, you picked your sessions and staked a spot in them by waiting in line.  The timing of the sessions was such that you had to sacrifice quite a bit of time for the sessions you chose.  Enough that, over the course of two days, I managed to make it to 5 sessions. Granted all but one of them was an hour and a half long.  Still.  The most annoying part of this was that you didn’t know ahead of time if you would even make it into the session you were sitting in line for.   By the time you found out, it was too late to go to another session as they would also be full.  

The rest of it, however, was fun.  There were pools, and alcohol, and seeing an old friend.  There was shopping, and spending… and spending…. and spending….  There was an indoor balcony overlooking the rather amazing atrium.  There were even dancing penguins. 

As for the rest of my life, it continues apace.  I have not dated anyone else, beyond the central figure in the two dates I previously discussed.  As for him, I have seen him weekly at least.  We usually contrive to spend our weekends together, and occasionally contrive to arrange a midweek meeting as well.  It is unfortunate that he lives so far from me, but considering how utterly unproductive we both are when we are together, it may actually be for the best (at least for now).  We have been dating for almost two months now.  Long enough that, usually, the first sparks are worn away.  Long enough that, usually, I am tiring of the boys company long before he leaves.  Long enough that it has usually become routine.  

Only, it hasn’t.   Before I see him my stomach fills with butterflies and I am filled with nervous energy.  When he knocks on my door I walk to answer it with this crazy, goofy grin on my face.   When our hands meet that little electric current still shoots through me.  Just saying his name in front of me is enough to make me smile and laugh.  When we are together we are that disgustingly cute couple that holds hands without realizing it, or turns to smile at each other in the middle of a movie, because that’s what we would rather be looking at.

I’ll stop making everyone gag now.  😉