Life goes on here in Somewheresville. Nothing gained, nothing lost. I have been working diligently on my Senior Thesis–writing, re-writing, submitting, re-writing again…etc…This could go on forever, except that eventually my faculty mentor will tell me it’s done.
I am also reading ‘Death of a Salesman’ by Arthur Miller for my “From Page to Stage’ course. This is an interesting class, with a diverse group of adult students. Some of us have had theater experience and know things about art, etc…the rest are not as knowledgeable but bring a certain naive charm to the room. One student (the youngest at 22) is very morose and has a ‘been there/done that’ attitude, which is fun to look at, seeing as I used to act that way, and still can on occasion. In any case, lots of reading to do for me.
I have added two more photography links on the blogroll. One is for my dear friend Stephanie, who is a wonderful photographer and the other is another dear friend, Barbara, who is also pretty fabulous.
I am still working on my resentment towards my sister. Although my amends have been made, our relationship, or lack thereof, still irks me. There is a small child-like part of me that wants her praise and love, and I am not going to get it no matter what, at least not today. I go for months without a thought about it and then, like a frost heave on a winter road, a small bump appears and grows. As it subsides I repair the internal psychic damage the best I can, but as soon as the weather shifts, there it is again. It is becoming a drag more than anything. A real nuisance. I have an appointment this evening with my sponsor before my weekly Step meeting and we will hash this out some more. I really don’t like feeling this way about someone I should love.
My friend and I will be going over to a nearby place tomorrow morning to take pictures of pro/am ski jumping, as in the long-distance Nordic style, not freestyle. He is hoping to get a lot of great images so he can post them on his new website. He told me the other day that taking pictures of sports is similar to taking pictures in combat, except it is much safer and, for the most part, people are having fun.
Johnnyboy
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