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On my way to where the air is sweet

Posted by Mick on February 20, 2010 – 12:06 am

This has been a great day.

It wasn’t an earth-shattering day.  And yet, it was a great day.  Sometimes the whole is greater than the sum of the parts.  Some of the parts were rather awesome.

The immediate relief came from the fact that this was the last day of “the class”.  The class of which we shall not speak after today (I sincerely hope).  It’s over, and that’s really all I care about.  It actually ended better than I expected.  The students seemed to be happy when they left.  My evaluation scores are lower than I’m used to but higher than I expected.  Any hopes of being in the Top 5 are over, Top 25 is still possible, and even if I don’t get in at all – it’s over.

And there was much rejoicing.

I also purchased tickets to see Fiddler On The Roof, with Harvey Fierstein in the lead role.  If you’re thinking that’s a bit out of character for me, you couldn’t be more right.  However, what you may not know is that Fiddler is Tara’s favorite movie.  Ever.  She loves it.  They’re performing the play in Austin.  We’re in Austin.  Of course I’m taking her.  I will probably have more fun watching her than she’ll have watching the show.

My friends, what have I tried to teach you about a happy relationship?  You find someone who’s interests are pretty close to your own.  And then you learn to enjoy the differences.  The key to enjoying the differences is in enjoying seeing your partner enjoy themselves.  The emphasis being in seeing them do it.  You have to be there.  It’s a shared experience.  Shared experience builds closeness.

I DIGRESS:  If I ever put an ad on one of my websites that’s loads a video in your browser against your will, please feel free to slap me.  Slap the shit out of me.  That’s just rude.  And now, back to our scheduled program.

Also today I received lots of feedback on my last blog.  And all of it was positive.  And none of it made me any prouder than the one from my Dad.  First, because I didn’t know if he read my blog or not.  It’s not the kind of thing I go around asking.  I’m probably my worst promoter.  Asking for attention is not my strong suit.  But that’s another story, for another day.  As I was saying, I didn’t know if he read my blog.  To find out he was reading it made me feel really good.  It didn’t surprise me at all, but it’s still nice to know.

It didn’t surprise me because my parents have always supported me.  They were there for my events, they took an interest in my activities.  Dad gave me a job when I was college.  Even after I had been kicked out of college.  Which is also another story, for another day.  Another day in the far away future.  Dad gave me a job the first year I was in Grad School.  They let me live with them when I moved to Austin for my last major life change.  My folks rock.  My family rocks.  I did quite well in the family lottery.  Lots of love, very little drama, and pretty good genes, healthwise.  Lousy teeth, but low on the cancer and heart disease.  I’ll take dentures over a coronary any day of the week.  But that’s not what I was trying to say.  I was just trying to say that it’s awesome he’s reading my writing.  That’s the first reason it made me proud.

I got a little lost there myself, and I’m trying real hard to get back to where I was.  If there’s a “first” thing, then logically there must be a second thing.  The second reason that made me proud is that my Dad liked what I had to say.  I don’t know if anyone else ever gets too old to look for their father’s approval, but I hope I never do.

And yes, it’s incredibly awkward writing this knowing that he’s probably going to read it, but I’m doing my best to write it exactly as I would if I thought he wasn’t going to read it.  I think.

The best thing of all today was going to dinner with my wife at one of our favorite places, and then coming home and snuggling on the couch.  She was kinda sick, so I got to take care of her, making her tea and stuff like that.  I’ve had evenings that were more exciting, but none more happy.  We flipped the TV back and forth between How It’s Made (comfort food for a sick wife) and the Olympics.  The Olympics only because we saw that Skeleton was going to be on tonight, and she’s never seen it, and I like calling it Skeletor.  So in our flipping we actually watched some skiing and some ice dancing.  More ice dancing than I ever want to watch again.  I’ll pass on the ice dancing thank you very much.  Curling has more excitement than ice dancing.  Figure skating is better than ice dancing.

Hey, Gold Medal winning Ice Dancers, want to know what I see in your future?  The dude gets a Snoopy suit.  The chick gets a Woodstock suit.  Peanuts on Ice!

I wanted to say Peanuts on Ice, motherfuckers! But that felt kinda weird.  Because my Dad is reading this maybe.  So I opted not to.  It isn’t censorship if I do it to myself.

Besides, I could be wrong.  It might not be Snoopy and Woodstock.  It might be Big Bird and Elmo.  Silver medal winners?  The two of you get to be Snuffleupagus.

At this time, I would like to apologize to Sarah Palin, just in case any one in her family is an ice dancer.

Be good to each other.

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