Back in the saddle
1.20.09
I really am feeling better today — pretty much back to my old self, I guess. It’s just easy for me to get emotional from time to time.
Sunday night, for example, after I sat on Sean’s bed and cried, I put the finishing touch on “closing down” his room — until spring break, I suppose (which, I have to admit, I had forgotten all about) by shutting the heating vents. I figured, why have heat pouring into a room where no one will be sleeping? But as I did so, I had a morose thought: it was like in the movies when someone gently closes the eyelids of a newly deceased person. It had a finality about it — albeit a kind of corny, melodramatic one.
But enough of that! I think I detected a collective spring in the step of the students I saw walking to classes this morning. Maybe it was because today starts a new semester… or because today marks the beginning of a new presidential administration… or maybe it was just because it was 12 degrees.
Sunday night, for example, after I sat on Sean’s bed and cried, I put the finishing touch on “closing down” his room — until spring break, I suppose (which, I have to admit, I had forgotten all about) by shutting the heating vents. I figured, why have heat pouring into a room where no one will be sleeping? But as I did so, I had a morose thought: it was like in the movies when someone gently closes the eyelids of a newly deceased person. It had a finality about it — albeit a kind of corny, melodramatic one.
But enough of that! I think I detected a collective spring in the step of the students I saw walking to classes this morning. Maybe it was because today starts a new semester… or because today marks the beginning of a new presidential administration… or maybe it was just because it was 12 degrees.
