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Jun. 21st, 2003 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sanpaku_backupI don't know. It's only been a couple of days and I am already desperately craving going back to Providence next week. Only for a day or two down then and then on a business trip, and then up here... until the end of August?
The thing is, you go on vacation because you would like a break from your normal life. I could use a vacation. However, I like my life enough that I want to have it back, which I suppose is progress. Now that the insane amount of teaching is done, it is becoming clear that there was a lot of stuff in Providence that I wanted to get to, but can't up here. So I needed the break, but at home.
Two and a half TV channels, slow 56k modem, and isolated on a peninsula. And the mosquitos are unbelievably thick right now. You can't go outside at all.
There's also been a certain amount of unpleasant comparison with things when we were up here last year. Relations with the Mrs.' family were never better. She had just quit her job and was exercising every day and felt really good about the pregnancy. I was working like a dog, but my job had just been made permanent and felt secure as the money rolled in. Now... all those things are dissipated at best. The baby is beautiful and healthy, and it's like the luck plane shifted to make all the luck go into that.
Also the reason we are up here: her younger sister and her sister's boyfriend are working until late every night at the "bistro." They're good to hang out with, but they're not here often when we're here. And the killer is that the last three nights, when the baby wakes up at 4 am, we can't just let her cry herself back to sleep in 10 minutes like we do at home. So we get up and take her into bed, where she proceeds to wake up just as bright-eyed as can be. Unlike her parents. So that is a lot of the stress right now. S's parents don't understand that just taking the baby into the bed is not some sort of magic wand to make her go to sleep -- not at this stage of her life, anyway.
On the other hand, she is this close to being able to crawl.
Just read the Times review of the new Liz Phair album. Ouch. I was really looking forward to it, too.
The thing is, you go on vacation because you would like a break from your normal life. I could use a vacation. However, I like my life enough that I want to have it back, which I suppose is progress. Now that the insane amount of teaching is done, it is becoming clear that there was a lot of stuff in Providence that I wanted to get to, but can't up here. So I needed the break, but at home.
Two and a half TV channels, slow 56k modem, and isolated on a peninsula. And the mosquitos are unbelievably thick right now. You can't go outside at all.
There's also been a certain amount of unpleasant comparison with things when we were up here last year. Relations with the Mrs.' family were never better. She had just quit her job and was exercising every day and felt really good about the pregnancy. I was working like a dog, but my job had just been made permanent and felt secure as the money rolled in. Now... all those things are dissipated at best. The baby is beautiful and healthy, and it's like the luck plane shifted to make all the luck go into that.
Also the reason we are up here: her younger sister and her sister's boyfriend are working until late every night at the "bistro." They're good to hang out with, but they're not here often when we're here. And the killer is that the last three nights, when the baby wakes up at 4 am, we can't just let her cry herself back to sleep in 10 minutes like we do at home. So we get up and take her into bed, where she proceeds to wake up just as bright-eyed as can be. Unlike her parents. So that is a lot of the stress right now. S's parents don't understand that just taking the baby into the bed is not some sort of magic wand to make her go to sleep -- not at this stage of her life, anyway.
On the other hand, she is this close to being able to crawl.
Just read the Times review of the new Liz Phair album. Ouch. I was really looking forward to it, too.
