Summer Days of Bliss and Fun!

I swear I say this every year but….I love summer.

Memorial day weekend was perfect. Video games during dreary raindrops, 4 cookouts in 3 days in the sun, solemn goodbyes and transformations, and pleasant plans of the future…..

It begins with Dr. Manning, the head of the Philosophy Department of Quincy University. He is one of the first people I met when I moved here, he helped me get my teaching gig at Quincy University, he introduced me to the various hangouts of Quincy as well as the Unitarian church.

Rob, a fellow Pennsylvania native. A man who too appreciates the rolling hills of the appalachians.

And as of this thursday, his victorian home, with beauty that has lasted throughout the ages, sits empty. He’s gone to Romania for a year. I’m left to teach, on my own.

Already, I feel a space. Hope resides, of course, of his potential return. Still, it lingers in my heart.

I’ve almost lost count of the transience of this place. I think of the attorneys I worked with. K and R. gone. Moved to St. Louis. Dan, our next-newest. Back to Montana.

Yet here I remain.

Not unhappy in the slightest. Am I so easily contented?

So many others gone. A new face to take Dan’s place. John. A good guy, I can tell already, as he smiles as we talk of comics and axis and allies, and Call of Duty: Black Ops.

Ashli and I’s anniversary was May 24th. She gave me a card. I apologized to her and asked if the date could be moved, permanently. I told her May 24th won’t do. She asked why, and I explained my Grandmother’s death was May 23rd. Too close. To polar opposite feelings. Too much for this frail heart to handle.

My ex, (as I’m sure you will all recall) C, got married this weekend. I was told by her nephew, but otherwise remained in the dark. We haven’t spoke for almost 2 years.

I failed to go home this memorial day weekend. I usually go home to visit the family. I haven’t been home since Christmas. Sigh, I miss them. I’m thinking of planning an adventure home for July 4th. Not finalized yet though.

I played mini-golf this weekend, and was handily defeated. It was hella-fun though.

My writing skills are rusty, I can feel it. But I need this. I need this place. I need to write.
Oodles o’ love,
Erotique