In 57 days I head back to Greece for the spring semester. I will be there until June 1oth and then return for a lovely summer. I have some work lined up for the summer and early fall, so I’ll be happy to do that. I will be assisting a photographer friend with some weddings and then shooting her wedding in September.
I am taking two bags with me, as usual. My backpack, with most of my clothes, incidentals, toilet kit, etc…and my large Domke camera bag, which will hold two cameras (film and digital), three lenses, battery chargers, batteries, paperwork for travel, and a few odds-and-ends. The film I will buy in Greece. I can stash it in the over-head bin. It’s not huge, but bigger than the Timbuk2 messenger bag which I will also bring– stowed in my backpack. It is still the best “walking around” bag I have found.
I am having issues these days regarding home care, it seems. All the women are doing great, but I am having a tough time. Mom has aged a great deal since last spring, and even though her mind is better and the O2 has improved her life, I want to make sure that she is in the best hands when I leave. So I am over-micromanaging and hovering. This is not good behavior, I know, but I cannot help it. One of the women, at least, bugs the crap out of me and, although she and mom get along and she is a gentle, kind soul, she can’t figure out that this is a job and she needs to treat it like one. This is not an experiment in social living or communal dynamics. It’s our home, I’m her employer, and if she can’t deal with it, she’s gone.
I am dating lovely woman from California who is also in recovery. We are very relaxed, there is little or no baggage, and it is fun. That’s all you get to hear about her. She is not blog fodder.
When I return from Greece I will have to write three short papers and submit them to my school so I can get credit for the three courses I will take in Greece. This is a humiliating and backwards process and reminds me that I am happy that perhaps I can say ‘goodbye’ to SUNY Empire State College this summer. Although it has improved my life, the bureaucratic bean-counters deserve little or no thanks for sitting on their rapidly widening asses and pushing virtual paperwork. Once I receive my diploma, then I will write a letter to the ESC president and complain.