My Meniere’s Disease is acting up today. It hit me real sudden, right when I got to my first class today. I tried to go to my 2nd class, but I felt so nauseous from the dizziness that left before class even started. So long as I keep my eyes straight ahead, don’t look side …
Category Archives: Personal
Engaged.
Me, grinning ridiculously; she, apparently pretending to be a rabbit. I asked. She said “yes.” The wedding is in a year’s time.
Surfer girl.
We’re teaching Ado Annie to surf, which is quite a change from just a few days ago. At the command “hop up,” she leaps onto the board, prepared to be towed out to brave whatever small waves may skitter their way to her. She’s not thrilled with it, but the praise is enough to keep …
Beachin’.
Vacationdays redux.
I’m spending a week at the beach (Salvo, in North Carolina’s Outer Banks) with Amber. At right is Annie, encountering the ocean for the first time last night and fleeing accordingly. Amber, as can be seen, thought it was pretty funny.
Anniversarial relationship.
One year ago today, I was packing up the last of my possessions, preparing for the next day’s move from Charlottesville to Blacksburg. The whole of my worldly goods certainly didn’t amount to much. (My friends and family, who helped me move, would disagree.)
Older now.
I turned 26 yesterday. Woo. Hoo.
Old friends.
Blogger Pamela Ribon has a good entry about googling old friends. You want to know what happened to Kacie Barton, your best friend in the fourth grade who had the best giggle. Her dad was the police chief. She had a pool party. There’s a picture of you there goofing around. You look so blonde …
Then I interrupted her and told her she had reached the wrong number.
“I’m fine. I just thought I should tell you about the last bits of pain that I’m going through.”
Back in a few days.
As every weekend, I’m off to Charlottesville tomorrow. My grandfather is visiting from Boston to hang with Ida, my mother has a reading at the Thomas Jefferson Center for the Protection of Free Expression on Saturday, and, of course, Father’s Day is on Sunday. It promises to be a full weekend.