Finals Week

Sunday was kind of rough. It was the day my father died 4 years ago and the day Bekah & I started dating 13 years ago. Both are gone. 13 years of dedication and for what? Oh well, it was a good run and I had fun. Cherished memories tainted by the present.

My mother and I went for lunch and drinks. Afterwards she came over to the house for a little while. The dogs were happy to see her. We talked about life.

Monday I took off. I have thought about taking ever Monday for the rest of the year. I have the time. The holiday break is right around the corner.

It’s finals week. Hard to believe the semester is at a close. What has the time gone? I feel like we just started the fall. Hell, the last 6 months are a blur for me.

Ghost town. That’s what the campus becomes after finals. Friday that’s what it was. I did very little. Jamie got me out of the office to resupply the museum with hand sanitizer. My the Dean, the curator & a nice guy named Eddie were also around. I made a joke a Jamie’s expense that got a good laugh from everyone but her. She gave me “the look” that is basically her throwing knives at me. Good time.

I got my papers, finally. They still are not 100% accurate. Frustration. Frustration because Bekah didn’t give me the waiver months ago like she was supposed to, apparently. Not entirely shocking at this point. Ah, life. I should have listened to my friends a filed myself months ago.

The night ended with me watching my girlfriend, Charlize Theron, in “The Legend of Bagger Vance”. What a movie. What a woman. Happy Friday.

Tire trouble 8 months later. Reference my “Our Hands Silhouette’s Against the Sky” blog. The rock pictured below. Seem like a life time. Life was much less complicated.