Yes. So.
July 8th was a couple weeks ago, eh? Suffice it to say that I’ve been enjoying my summer, full courseload notwithstanding. Haven’t got a clue what the next few summers will look like—some kind of graduate school, maybe, or even (gasp!) a real job—but I do know that this summer is one of the best I’ve had in a while, so I’m gonna keep on living in the moment for…the next several moments. Mmmm, life.
I’m teaching LSAT again, two evenings a week. I can’t wait until I’ve established my professionalism well enough to start wearing comfortable shoes to class. Three and a half hours of pacing around the room is torture on my poor feet.
John and I are going to spend our week off between the summer and fall semesters at my parents’ condo in Colorado. Dude. I am excited about this. Delicious anticipation.
Harry Potter comes out tonight, deedly-doo. Amazon is supposed to deliver my copy sometime tomorrow, but the apartment office isn’t open on weekends, so the earliest I’ll see it is Monday. My brother reserved me a copy for my birthday at a Barnes & Noble somewhere, so I could go fetch that one if I get antsy. I don’t think I will, though. I’ll be sad when it’s over—I think I’d rather have the anticipation. The only reason I plan to read the last book when the Man tells me to is that, after waiting two years, I’d explode if anyone spoiled the ending for me.
I don’t know what to expect from the book, and I’m trying not to think too hard about it or listen to all the predictions and media crap. Apparently there’s a solid end to the story, so maybe Harry or Voldemort or both die and/or lose their magical powers. Or not. I do hope that Snape turns out to be “good” in the end; I rather like him.
In the end, though, it’s just a book. An engaging book, to be sure, but I’m nowhere near obsessed. I kind of resent the simplistic “good vs. evil” setup, so I’m hoping for something more interesting to happen in the last book. But if it ends stupidly, I’ll get over it.
My fridge melted a hole in itself last Saturday night. I haven’t been home long enough to get the maintenance people to come out and replace it, so it’s been sitting unplugged in the middle of the kitchen all week. This is maybe the one benefit of not cooking much—I only had to throw out a few pounds of food, instead of dozens.
My life is full of tea, tra la.
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