It’s almost Thanksgiving. The year is almost over. The semester is almost over.
And I am almost finished writing the first draft of my dissertation.
I wonder if I should just give up blogging altogether? I’ve been doing it since the mid-1990s or so. At this point, I don’t come in here very often these days mostly because very little that’s new happens to me on a day-to-day basis. I will ponder.
As mentioned, I’m closing in on a completed draft of my dissertation. I am also submitting job applications, although I don’t have much to choose from. The academic job market is kinda dry these days. Non-academic work remains an option, and I can look into that in a month or two.
I am still surprisingly fluid, considering how close I am to the light at the end of the tunnel.
It took me awhile to get over Deana’s death. To be honest, I’m still not really over it but I have managed to pull myself together and get on with it.
After all, I’m still alive.
So here we are, four months later, and things are chugging along for me.
I finished teaching my course this spring and was very happy with it. My students were mostly happy, too. There was one student from hell who wanted me to change his grade and when I wouldn’t, he tried going over my head. That didn’t work out too well for him, either. And once again, one of my students accused me of being nasty and sneering in ways that discourage my students from participating. The problem with that, of course, is that students did participate … most of them did. But I get the criticism of being snarky and sarcastic and intimidating often enough to require a bit of self examination. I must ponder. It’s too bad that nobody is willing to tell me this to my face when I ask for feedback.
One week ago today, my sister died.
My nephew called me about this time last week to tell me she had passed that morning.
Apparently she had avoided seeing a doctor for long enough, in spite of repeated complaints of feeling unwell and in pain, that when she finally did get nagged into seeing a physician, she was diagnosed with late stage lung cancer. She was dead within six weeks.
All of this came as a real shock to me because I didn’t know she was sick. Or at least, I didn’t know she was that sick.
Wow, I just can’t get away from this shitty new WordPress posting block. I really hate it but, evidently, if I want to continue using WordPress, I’m stuck with it. Crap.
Not sure how I feel about starting 2021 this way.
But never mind my complaining (already!). Happy New Year, folks!
I am not going to waste any time at all in here talking about 2020 in review. The year was awful, for reasons with which we are all familiar. Of course, I am not expecting everything to miraculously right itself now that January is here. I do try not to be unreasonable. But clearly, things are changing. There will be a new U.S. president, so I can probably postpone emigrating for a little while. There is now a vaccine for COVID-19, and I plan to get vaccinated just as soon as I am able. I expect, before the year is over, that things will be … different.
I guess WordPress is going to make me use their back end, whether I want to or not. Boo, hiss.
I really, really hate this editor. It’s enough to make me consider hosting my blog somewhere else …
So, let’s see. A lot has happened since I was last in here. We’ve climbed from 5.5 million cases to over 13 million, and from 70,000 to closing on 265,000 deaths.
Believe it or not, though, this semester has been a good time for me.