*tentatively* everything’s going my way? Well, whether it is or no, it is, in point of fact, a gorgeous day here in Austin, TX. It has rained almost every day for the last 30, and while I enjoy that kind of weather, it is odd – even for Texas which has consistenly odd weather. Had I posted an entry yesterday, it would have been “the rain it raineth every day.” I can’t help wondering if it was – damn, what do you call that in a book when the landscape/weather reflects the protagonist? False sympathy? No, sympathetic fallacy. I couldn’t remember until I typed my personal translation. Somebody correct me if I’m wrong.
I took the bitch of a state certification test for Master Reading Teacher on Saturday and then turned in my case study yesterday. The downpour yesterday morning (about 5am, I should say) made me wonder briefly if flash floods would prevent me from turning it in on time, and I met that notion with a healthy mix of hope and dread. Anyway, the rain cleared off, the case study turned in, and I had about 30 minutes of euphoria at wrapping up three weeks of incredibly hard work and frustration that, of course, didn’t produce the stunning results one always desires out of such concentrated effort.
Man, the difficult thing about writing after 4 months or more of…not…is the trapping of ideas. I’ve had ideas that I’ve wanted to write about in the last six months, but they feel rather like fireworks that have gone off in my mind, and as I pause a moment to observe and think, ‘ooh, pretty’ the pattern dissipates and I cannot call back the exact shape and color of what I meant.
I know, excuses, excuses.
At this point, having undoubtedly alienated my (admittedly small) readership, I have to wonder why I am bothering to blog at all. I’ve decided not to think on it much more and just post anyway.