Tonight is homework night. Well, every night is homework night, but everything that has to be turned in is due at midnight tonight, so I've been doing homework fairly steadily since about 7:00 tonight. I have a one page reflection paper on phanopoeia in poetry yet to do, but my brain needs a little break, so I decided to take a moment to blog.
Joe is having a "guy's night out," which I think is great. He met some friends for a concert, but upon arrival, they discovered the concert is actually tomorrow night. Oops. Boys are funny. So, they're going to eat and hang out, and he'll be home later. It's easier to make myself do homework when there is no one here I want to spend time with. Mostly, I just want to avoid the neighbors, so I pretty much stay inside. (Believe me, if you knew our neighbors, you would understand why. There is "crazy lady," who has accosted me twice, once telling me I "scared" her - simply by walking into the complex's office; another time telling a man in the laundry room, in a rather accusatory manner, that I was still wearing my pajamas. I was still wearing my flannel pants and a sweatshirt, but they're quite decent, and I was doing laundry, for goodness sake! Then there is "Crazy Neighbor," who is very unpleasant. He is either pounding on our wall because I let the rocker we have in our living room thump against the wall we share - ONCE - or glaring at us because we spent some time talking in our living room with two friends before we went out to dinner, or yelling obscenities on the phone to someone, which I can hear clearly through the aforementioned shared wall.)
Joe, my wonderful husband, did laundry today. He HATES doing it. It is least favorite chore, but he did it and changed the sheets on the bed because he knew that they were things I was worried about doing and he didn't want me to worry or feel burdened. I came home, saw that he did the laundry, and promptly burst into tears. I don't know exactly why, but I was just so happy and felt so loved and taken care of. It was a good feeling, much better than the constant battle with feeling overwhelmed.
Tomorrow I'm getting a hair cut and then we're headed to Laramie to see Shawn's graduate school tuba recital. I've never been to a tuba recital before, but it should be interesting and fun. A co-worker who is also a musician is very excited that I am going to be tuba recital and would like me to bring her a program so she can see what he plays. Anyone else want a program?
I guess that's it. I'm off to write my last paper and then get into my cozy bed.
4 comments:
1. You MUST tell us all about the tuba recital. That sounds awesome.
2. What is phanopoeia?
Phanopoeia is a word I cannot spell without looking it up each time. It is also the use of image in poetry, using the 5 senses. :)
Aren't husbands great when they just get it and do the smallest thing that means so much?!? :) I'm glad things are going well for the two of you (minus the crazy neighbors).
Intersting fact for you...I was born in Laramie! My dad was attending pharmacy school at U of Wy at the time. I just had to share...it's not to often I see people talking about Laramie :) Hope the tuba recital was all you expected and more.
Is is great when they get it! And I had no idea you were born in Laramie. I also had no idea how pretty it is up there.
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