Saturday, September 01, 2007
Apologies, dear friends. This is not the post I wanted to write after nearly three weeks of radio silence. There are better words in me than these, but I can’t seem to get them onto the page this morning. I suspect that fatigue has something to do with it, for this August has been a tiring month. Any rest and rejuvenation that came from my week of archive-diving in Connecticut pretty much evaporated on my first day back at LuthorCorp, where the usual box-based hilarity was augmented by our upcoming office move, taking place this weekend. Under the best circumstances an office move is a pain the neck, but this particular office move has been a difficult one for me, calling up feelings I thought I had buried long ago.
(Well, yes, there is a story behind that somewhat provocative sentence. One of these days, I really should tell it.) 
In addition to this emotionally interesting office move, as well as the normal course of business in the box factory (including covering for the busiest woman with the most thankless job in the whole organization), I have also been living under the looming shadow of the LSAT, which is just under four weeks away. I’m running a lot of drills, trying to improve both my speed and accuracy on the logic puzzles, but every time I try to breathe deeply, absorb the fact patterns and decipher the unwritten assumptions in each puzzle, I can literally feel my mind running into the brick wall that separates it from full comprehension. Depending on what time I start studying at nights and on weekends, I run into this wall anywhere from four to ten times a night. You run into that many brick walls at a time, and after a while it starts to leave marks. I have been reminded by friends, parents, spouse, champions all, that if I keep working at the puzzles, the outcome of this test will be much, much better than the one I took in December. I know they are right, but I’m not feeling it just yet.
I will also admit to a little distraction—hell, no, outright worry—because Lloyd is in the grip of a bad, bad bronchial infection. Two weekends ago he picked up a cough, which we thought was viral, passed on to him by the woman who sat behind us on the bus from Hartford to Danbury, coughing all the way. A week ago, his cough getting worse and worse, Lloyd woke up and told me that one of his ears was numb. Within 24 hours, he emerged from the doctor’s office with a battery of prescriptions for antibiotics, decongestants and cough suppressants. He is now midway through his antibiotics, and while he is getting better, he is far from well, and he still has to sleep in a sitting position if he wants to get any rest. I am amazed that he hasn’t cracked a rib from coughing, and I am well beyond frustrated at my inability to do anything to make him better. I can make tea, and that’s about it.
If this all sounds depressing, or tedious, well, it is. But I also know that it’s all temporary—we’ll settle into the new office, Lloyd will get better, the LSAT will be over soon enough, and at any rate is just a test—and that there will be better stories to tell. I know they’re right around the corner, because I have proof:
Confidential to ‘mouse: Relax. It’s only a little yarn porn, it’ll be over soon enough, and when it is, I promise you’ll be smiling.
(There you go, ‘mouse. I’ll bet you’re already feeling better.)
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Mmmmm. Plum porn. The question is, does plum porn lead to jam porn? Inquiring porn-mongers want to know. BTW, in my oven at the moment is that brown-butter nectarine cake of yore, made this time with nectarines AND blueberries AND raspberries as well as a plethora of plums very similar to those pictured above. Maybe you should come over with your study-books and have a slice, to facilitate better puzzle-solving…
Oh the plums are fine and dandy but the yarn. I am the swooning. What is it?
As someone who has seen this lovely blanky in person, the photograph does not do it justice. It is already gorgeous. I shudder to think how it will look when finished. I’m guessing absolutely sublime.
It is funny, I remember reading your blog when you first were inspired to start the law school process and now I find myself somewhat at the foot of the ladder so to speak. I am planning on taking a prep course, but I am worried that it won’t help very much? Do you have any thoughts, suggestions? I hope Lloyd feels better very, very soon.
1. I hope that Lloyd is feeling much better very soon. I know it’s miserable not being able to do anything to help.
2. Office moves are punishments from a vengeful god. Hope yours goes smoothly.
3. Oooh, pretty! (both the yarn and the plums.)
Tricksy. You wrote that long post just to hide the yarn below the fold just to torture me.
Okay, we’ll call that your one study break. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I want to see four weeks of dedicated effort. And enough about those bruises. Toughen up. Form callouses on your brain. (That may explain a lot about lawyers, actually.)
Back to work.
WHEW, glad you’re ok. Hang tight, you’re going to kick LSAT butt this time!
oooohhhm pluuuuuuuuuummmmmmmss!!! At first glance I though to myself, “Those are some big-ass blueberries”!!!!!! D’OH!
Hope Lloyd is on the mend right quick. If you want a stucy break, I’m glad to come out and distract you with a quick drink and/or shopping trip.
Hugs,
H
OOPS, I meant study break!!!!!!!! (D’OH again)
ah, personally, i think you’re way to honest and forthright to be a law’yer m’deah.
and if you’re reading this, well: i think you ought to be baking.
Oooh...is that a Starmore?
I’m thinking of you, dear. Sometimes it seems that we’re both in this same, foundering boat. Hand me that pail and let’s get to bailing.
Ah, Bakerina! How wonderful to have a new post from you! And don’t those plums look gorgeous? Please share your jam recipe with us, won’t you? And I have another suggestion. Before they are gone, you should snap up another bushel and make something called damson cheese--basically jam that has been cooked down until it’s moldable and sliceable. Then it can be served on a cheese platter or, traditionally, alongside game, or for pudding with a dollop of whipped cream. ‘Tis a very British thing, dontcha know, so it seems like your cup of tea, and Lloyd’s! Speaking of which, I do hope he feels better very soon.
Best of luck, with everything. It’s good to hear from you again.
That yarn (and plums) looks mighty tasty. yum.
*sniff* I got on chat to see if you would tell me that the emotional baggage connected with the move is, but you weren’t there… I guess you’re moving. Oh well.
the plums look lovely though! Makin’ Jam?
Well, look at that pretty post. She’s blue, poor dear. Get well soon, Lloyd. You know, having taken the test before, and knowing the set up will be a big help, as will all your prep. Feeling a bit lazy on the baking/preserves front myself, with much less excuse. I’ll be making my daughter’s lovely plum cake today, with some similar plums-it’s the world’s easiest and excellent. Wish I could send some over.
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Mmmmm. Plum porn. The question is, does plum porn lead to jam porn? Inquiring porn-mongers want to know. BTW, in my oven at the moment is that brown-butter nectarine cake of yore, made this time with nectarines AND blueberries AND raspberries as well as a plethora of plums very similar to those pictured above. Maybe you should come over with your study-books and have a slice, to facilitate better puzzle-solving…