anniversary
Today’s our four-year anniversary. Yay!!!! We get to go out to dinner and buy flowers.
Last night we slept on our new bed for the first time. It was luxurious.
Last night was the annual meeting. Swamis from Berkeley, San Francisco, and Portland came. I’m quite taken with the Portland swami (this was the first we ever heard him speak) and want to move there even more, now. He’s funny, animated, and very warm.
The first part of the meeting was so boring that I started feeling destructive. I remember what it was like to be a student wanting to carve stuff in the chair just for entertainment purposes.
Then the part where the swamis speak was so interesting but I still had the boredom-chemicals in my body and couldn’t pay as much attention as I wished I could.
Afterward I thought it would be prasad puja-food, but it was cake and ice cream. We rejected the cake and ate ice cream outside because I’m too claustrophobic for the little room, and Erik was shaking, it was so cold. I said sorry but laughed.
Someone said, “It’s so nice to see you here,” and then said, “Young people!” Oh, she’s talking to us, I realized. “Thank you.” I’m so bad at talking to people I don’t know. Erik says she meant, “It’s so nice to not have just us old people who came before the 70s.” The devotees are dying off faster than new ones are coming, or at least that’s how it looks in Sacramento.
The period I’ve had for four months suddenly became a bit excessive a few days ago. I’m uncomfortable and sick of it.
Last night I dreamed a variation of the teaching dream I’ve had at least 50 times: I walked through the door and realized, “Oh shit, I forgot to prepare a lesson plan.” I decided I could just wing it because it was only the second day of class—the second day is still easy. Brainstorm what good writing is! Read aloud from homeworks! Explain the first essay!
Then I looked at the clock and saw it was 10:20, but my class was supposed to start at 10. “I’m so sorry,” surprised they were still there.
Last night we slept on our new bed for the first time. It was luxurious.
Last night was the annual meeting. Swamis from Berkeley, San Francisco, and Portland came. I’m quite taken with the Portland swami (this was the first we ever heard him speak) and want to move there even more, now. He’s funny, animated, and very warm.
The first part of the meeting was so boring that I started feeling destructive. I remember what it was like to be a student wanting to carve stuff in the chair just for entertainment purposes.
Then the part where the swamis speak was so interesting but I still had the boredom-chemicals in my body and couldn’t pay as much attention as I wished I could.
Afterward I thought it would be prasad puja-food, but it was cake and ice cream. We rejected the cake and ate ice cream outside because I’m too claustrophobic for the little room, and Erik was shaking, it was so cold. I said sorry but laughed.
Someone said, “It’s so nice to see you here,” and then said, “Young people!” Oh, she’s talking to us, I realized. “Thank you.” I’m so bad at talking to people I don’t know. Erik says she meant, “It’s so nice to not have just us old people who came before the 70s.” The devotees are dying off faster than new ones are coming, or at least that’s how it looks in Sacramento.
The period I’ve had for four months suddenly became a bit excessive a few days ago. I’m uncomfortable and sick of it.
Last night I dreamed a variation of the teaching dream I’ve had at least 50 times: I walked through the door and realized, “Oh shit, I forgot to prepare a lesson plan.” I decided I could just wing it because it was only the second day of class—the second day is still easy. Brainstorm what good writing is! Read aloud from homeworks! Explain the first essay!
Then I looked at the clock and saw it was 10:20, but my class was supposed to start at 10. “I’m so sorry,” surprised they were still there.
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