March 17, 2007
It's snowing in Pittsburgh. For this time of year, that's not too shocking, I know, but in the last week the weather shifted from winter to summer and then back to winter, which has been surprising. For example, on Tuesday, it was 72 degrees and sunny. People were outside standing, talking, walking, running, biking or filling the outdoor seating of coffee shops and restaurants--wearing goofy summer shorts. (Most knees should really be private.) In contrast, yesterday morning, I walked to class, gloved hands in coat pockets, clenched against fine-grain hail driven by a 20 something degree gentle breeze. Since the weather is back to foul, I'm spending most of the weekend indoors, which is just fine, because I have the apartment to myself.
Last semester, Leah signed up for a weekend-long "doula" training course, which inadvertently fell on this weekend. She was excited about the course and will probably write a post about it when she returns. Wait a minute, you might ask, isn't Leah working on her thesis right now? Yes, she is swamped with her thesis. In fact, Monday, is the due date for the third draft of her thesis. For the last couple of weeks, she has only walked back and forth to school or spent long carpal-tunnel-syndrome-inducing bouts at the computer. But, she has still been double and triple booking her schedule with other activities. An exception was on Thursday night, when she was eerily not busy-looking. She moved slowly, calmly and told light, funny anecdotes--it started to give me vertigo. Turns out, it was the eye-of-storm, and she switched back to busy-looking before she left Friday morning for the course.
Within two hours of Leah leaving, I pushed furniture together so I could use both computers at the same time, flipped my bike upside down in the middle of the floor to make some much procrastinated repairs, took my coat off the hook and dropped it on the floor, liberally scattered bike tools and Sanskrit homework around, and punctuated the scene with a half eaten bowl of Korean fried rice. A freshly bachelorized apartment is quite nice.
Although, now that I take a good look around, maybe it's better off that Leah will be back tomorrow night.
