I'm sitting on the futon in my office with a warm orange purring ball of kittyfur curled up next to me and making my left leg warm. This is inherently soothing. Purring cats are the best thing on the planet.
As mentioned previously (not that this is in any way escapable outside of the realm of this blog), it's March Madness pt. 1 this week. And I love March Madness. And my team played tonight. Brownie and I spent way too much time coming up with game plans (probably because talking about anything else - aka "where the hell will we get paychecks after May 30th - is too depressing). We were about halfway into the first half, excited and squealing and cheering, when Brownie got a call from his mother: his grandfather just had a stroke and is now in the hospital. He'll be there at least overnight, and we have no idea what all is going on.
Poof: the oxygen was sucked out of the room, and we spent the rest of the first half pretty much silent. Brownie finally managed to get ahold of his mom again during half time. We found pretty much nothing else - we have no idea what condition he's in exactly, or where they think the stroke hit, or if he's in danger or what. Brownie then watched about 3 minutes of the second half, cheered some, and packed it off to bed. His mom called right as the game ended to find out the final score. I think she and Brownie's dad were leaving the hospital then. I think.
Right after we heard, we both settled into the really helpless feeling of knowing that someone's life is in danger, that there's nothing we can do, and that a lot of people are really upset because of this but there isn't really any way to help. Add to that Brownie dealing with the possibility of losing his grandfather. He clammed up and didn't really want to talk (he was getting really sleepy), so I don't know exactly what he's feeing.
I'm torn, really. I started initially to feel guilty for being able to enjoy the game again after halftime, after we'd gotten just enough news to know that his grandfather hadn't died on the way to the hospital. I don't know if I need to feel guilty though. I don't really think so. The thinking goes like this: if it had been necessary or if us being there would have been able to help anything in some small way, we would have quit the game, hopped in the car, and joined his parents and aunt and uncle at the hospital. And that would have been more than fine. However, we were told to stay home and enjoy the rest of the game. Brownie was tired and went to bed and eventually I really did enjoy the rest of the game. But I wondered: should I? or should I worry? or fret? or... what? There really is nothing I can do for anyone. Therefore, it's better that I enjoyed the rest of the game, rather than that I sat and worried and did nothing, isn't it?
Brownie's family (very Catholic) is fond of teasing me (Episcopalian) that I have no sense of Catholic guilt whatsoever. I'm typically very proud of this. I can't, however, figure out if what I'm feeling right now is a type of guilt, that I'm having fun when something awful has happened to a family member, or if I did the smarter thing by managing to let go of some of the worry once I knew I couldn't do anything, couldn't help anyone, wouldn't be sitting by someone in a hospital waiting room all night.
Is there a script out there for this sort of thing? Something out there somewhere that I missed?
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Friday, March 19, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
March Beer Week, 2010
Mid-March comes, as it does every year, with the promise of a week filled with MOAR BEER. To illustrate, here are the next few days:
Tomorrow is St. Patty's, obviously (we're having corned beef and colcannon for dinner tonight - squee!). Brownie's family is mega-Irish (and mega-Italian: hello East Coast!). We're meeting a bunch of his aunts and uncles for drinkie bits at happy hour. I will play my usual St. Patty's "how many total strangers offer to buy me a drink because I have curly red hair" game. For some reason, despite my total lack of Irish ancestry, the hair is sufficient for free drinks (or would be if I were willing to take any of said strangers up on the drinks, which I am not).
Thursday marks the beginning of March Madness. Thursday is also the day of "the game wherein my undergrad's team mops the floor with my grad school's team." I cannot wait. I've been getting a bunch of questions from people who don't know me all that well, but do know me well enough to know which schools I'm referring to. They always have questions about which team I'll be rooting for. I figure I'll just answer here (despite the fact that pretty much no one who knows me IRL knows about this blog*): no one in grad school would EVER root for their grad school over their undergrad. It's simple: undergrad is fun; grad school is soul-sucking hell. Undergrad wins, every time.
Friday, Brownie's undergrad team has its first tourney game.
Saturday and Sunday, MOAR BASKETBALL.
In between all of this, I really do need to start grading papers so that I don't find myself grading until 3am Sunday night. I try to get papers back to my students within a week. Managing to do so reminds me that I actually am capable of getting things done, which gives me a mild self-esteem boost. I can go for as many of those as possible.
On the job front, I contacted an aunt of mine who works in HR at large corporation to see if I could bounce resume questions/drafts off of her. I'm planning on working on an initial draft Wednesday pre-St. Patty's beers and Thursday pre-game. Here's hoping the research I've been doing pays off. I'll be posting general thoughts about the format I'm using and the whys and wherefores as the draft gets going.
Side note: while typing this, I've been noticing that my keyboard doesn't seem to be registering every key that I type - if there are words that are missing letters and I managed not to notice/correct it before publishing, my apologies.
*quickie reason for the anonymity at the moment: the anonymity is nothing I really want to keep up forever. However, until the degree is completed and I've got a real, non-academic job, I need to keep it relatively anonymous. The academy is none-too-friendly about people announcing that they'll be leaving its ranks, and I want to avoid any possible blowback from the actual academics I know about my decision to leave until after I have gainful employment: leaving academics is tantamount to burning bridges big time.
Tomorrow is St. Patty's, obviously (we're having corned beef and colcannon for dinner tonight - squee!). Brownie's family is mega-Irish (and mega-Italian: hello East Coast!). We're meeting a bunch of his aunts and uncles for drinkie bits at happy hour. I will play my usual St. Patty's "how many total strangers offer to buy me a drink because I have curly red hair" game. For some reason, despite my total lack of Irish ancestry, the hair is sufficient for free drinks (or would be if I were willing to take any of said strangers up on the drinks, which I am not).
Thursday marks the beginning of March Madness. Thursday is also the day of "the game wherein my undergrad's team mops the floor with my grad school's team." I cannot wait. I've been getting a bunch of questions from people who don't know me all that well, but do know me well enough to know which schools I'm referring to. They always have questions about which team I'll be rooting for. I figure I'll just answer here (despite the fact that pretty much no one who knows me IRL knows about this blog*): no one in grad school would EVER root for their grad school over their undergrad. It's simple: undergrad is fun; grad school is soul-sucking hell. Undergrad wins, every time.
Friday, Brownie's undergrad team has its first tourney game.
Saturday and Sunday, MOAR BASKETBALL.
In between all of this, I really do need to start grading papers so that I don't find myself grading until 3am Sunday night. I try to get papers back to my students within a week. Managing to do so reminds me that I actually am capable of getting things done, which gives me a mild self-esteem boost. I can go for as many of those as possible.
On the job front, I contacted an aunt of mine who works in HR at large corporation to see if I could bounce resume questions/drafts off of her. I'm planning on working on an initial draft Wednesday pre-St. Patty's beers and Thursday pre-game. Here's hoping the research I've been doing pays off. I'll be posting general thoughts about the format I'm using and the whys and wherefores as the draft gets going.
Side note: while typing this, I've been noticing that my keyboard doesn't seem to be registering every key that I type - if there are words that are missing letters and I managed not to notice/correct it before publishing, my apologies.
*quickie reason for the anonymity at the moment: the anonymity is nothing I really want to keep up forever. However, until the degree is completed and I've got a real, non-academic job, I need to keep it relatively anonymous. The academy is none-too-friendly about people announcing that they'll be leaving its ranks, and I want to avoid any possible blowback from the actual academics I know about my decision to leave until after I have gainful employment: leaving academics is tantamount to burning bridges big time.
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