Update, pt. 2
Apr. 18th, 2002 02:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grinninfooleI have joined a therapy group for people working on issues in their relationships. While I am not, perhaps, as cut off as some of the others in the group (I actually have friends, and I am not afraid of all of my own emotions), nevertheless, I do fit in and I think that it may be of real benefit to me--and I might be of value to them.
Last Sunday I saw Sabbath for the first time since February--really, since she and her husband decided to separate. (and, yes, I see no reason to doubt that this is permanent separation.) We had a very nice time, chatting about stuff. I feel scared to type this (especially since I told her about my LJ and now she may well be reading this :), but I think I love her. Deeply. I am seriously considering spending the rest of my life with her.
Anyway, we have a date to see Casablanca the Academy on Saturday. Hopefully it won't end in throwing feces at each other. (Before anyone says it, I don't have that particular kink--and I hope she doesn't either. :)
My parents drove out to see me on Patriots Day (that's a special New England holiday which this past Monday, for those of you cursed to live in less exalted parts of the union. :). They admired my new kitchen table (which they had paid for because I told them it was worth it) and I made tuna sandwiches and we talked for a few hours. Because I suck at hiding things from them, I told them about Sabbath's split with her husband (who, in case it hasn't been clear, was my best friend for nearly twenty years), and about our mutual attraction perhaps playing some role in that. They took all this in stride (of course, they took my affair with Susan back in 94 in stride, too) and said that they had always liked and approved of Sabbath. It was a good afternoon, all told.
In my more professional life, I have been really stuck in starting my research project with Prof. Ogilvie. He's been very understanding and low key, but if I don't start, it doesn't matter how many extensions I get. It's been depressing the hell out of me for the past month, and I have finally decided to ask for help from one of the PhD students, who instantly and graciously agreed to make time in his busy life to coach my lame ass. I thus hereby nominate Brian Bixby for the UMass History Department's Award for Extreme Menschkeit.
A bit of bad news is that I have now seen the final exam schedule for this May, and the course I am grading doesn't have its final until Thursday. Since I have to have all 90 done by the following Monday, I don't think I can go to my 10th reunion at Kenyon. This is very disappointing. I was really looking forward to see all the Otisian folks, and the other Exeter program people.
OH, and happily, friends whom I haven't made enough time to properly stay in touch with (Garett, Cathy, James, Justin & Kate, Gwyn & Fletch) all still seem to think well of me. In fact, Cathy sent me an email telling me as much, as she had apparently heard from Garett about Michelle and me. Truly, I feel blessed..
Last Sunday I saw Sabbath for the first time since February--really, since she and her husband decided to separate. (and, yes, I see no reason to doubt that this is permanent separation.) We had a very nice time, chatting about stuff. I feel scared to type this (especially since I told her about my LJ and now she may well be reading this :), but I think I love her. Deeply. I am seriously considering spending the rest of my life with her.
Anyway, we have a date to see Casablanca the Academy on Saturday. Hopefully it won't end in throwing feces at each other. (Before anyone says it, I don't have that particular kink--and I hope she doesn't either. :)
My parents drove out to see me on Patriots Day (that's a special New England holiday which this past Monday, for those of you cursed to live in less exalted parts of the union. :). They admired my new kitchen table (which they had paid for because I told them it was worth it) and I made tuna sandwiches and we talked for a few hours. Because I suck at hiding things from them, I told them about Sabbath's split with her husband (who, in case it hasn't been clear, was my best friend for nearly twenty years), and about our mutual attraction perhaps playing some role in that. They took all this in stride (of course, they took my affair with Susan back in 94 in stride, too) and said that they had always liked and approved of Sabbath. It was a good afternoon, all told.
In my more professional life, I have been really stuck in starting my research project with Prof. Ogilvie. He's been very understanding and low key, but if I don't start, it doesn't matter how many extensions I get. It's been depressing the hell out of me for the past month, and I have finally decided to ask for help from one of the PhD students, who instantly and graciously agreed to make time in his busy life to coach my lame ass. I thus hereby nominate Brian Bixby for the UMass History Department's Award for Extreme Menschkeit.
A bit of bad news is that I have now seen the final exam schedule for this May, and the course I am grading doesn't have its final until Thursday. Since I have to have all 90 done by the following Monday, I don't think I can go to my 10th reunion at Kenyon. This is very disappointing. I was really looking forward to see all the Otisian folks, and the other Exeter program people.
OH, and happily, friends whom I haven't made enough time to properly stay in touch with (Garett, Cathy, James, Justin & Kate, Gwyn & Fletch) all still seem to think well of me. In fact, Cathy sent me an email telling me as much, as she had apparently heard from Garett about Michelle and me. Truly, I feel blessed..
