Moot Thoughts & Musings

I thought my post-Thesis life was perking up a bit, but apparently not. A persistent sore throat has got me in its grasp. This morning when I woke up, it had kicked up a notch, so I stayed home from church, which will totally throw my week off. I'll probably call the doctor in the morning.

I hate to be either absent or a downer on my blog. But in the end, it's where I record my life. And I will want to know what happened. I was going to start Mommy Boot Camp this week, which included starting a diet and exercise schedule. But I haven't planned my two week's menus yet, and I'm not going to try this until I've planned well, because it'll be constant frustration if I don't. And I just feel sick. So it's not going to start Monday.

This past week, though, I did sew a bit more, and that made me glad. I like to have a project, work toward a goal thing going. I'm making summer placemats for us and finishing a baby gift for a friend. My camera is still a bit wonk, so I think when we get our tax return I'll get a new memory card, since I think that's the problem (it keeps saying 'memory card error', ya think?). I feel like my blog is gasping for pictures. *must illustrate life*

I've also been realizing that it's not as easy as you might think to just close the books and walk away for an undefined period of time. No, I don't want deadlines and annoying projects. But I'm a scholar, which means a life-long learner, and I've invested a lot of my life in acquiring particular skills, and I don't want to lose them. So, somehow I want to work in keeping up some these skills. Latin, French, and medieval/Ren music notation are foremost in my mind. But I can do these things without being a slave to them. And maybe in a few years, I can get an article out of something. *shrug* I know I'm not really being clear, and I know that if I continue to write, I'll become even less clear and more rambly, because I don't really want to come out and write what I'm REALLY thinking, because now my blog is read by so many people I know, and I would just feel weird about continuing to ramble and having people I love not "get it" because I don't really "get it" thus my rambling would be useless. So don't try to psychoanalyze me. Maybe when I come in a few years, this little ramble of its own will spark me back to my thoughts, and I can remember them in retrospect.