This funny thing has been happening lately. I’ll be going along, maybe driving somewhere, maybe working on German, whatever, and without realizing it, I start humming. It’s usually classical music, most often a snatch of Pachebel’s Canon. Historically, I have not been much of a hummer. (I may be a humdinger, but not really a hummer…) I have been known to break out into random bits of song on occasion (usually swing songs), but that’s a trait I share with my whole family. So this humming thing is new. When it happens, though, it’s accompanied by a deep feeling of peace and well-being. I feel happy. I think Pachebel’s Canon may be my Happy Song.
What’s making me so happy these days? Well, happiness is always a mystery, but I think it’s a combination of a number of things. I’m about to move, which is huge. I haven’t been happy with my current living situation for some time, but my current roommate is suffering from liver cancer, and I didn’t feel like I could leave her. Then maybe a week and a half ago we had a talk, in which she told me that she doesn’t think she needs me there, which frees me up to leave. So I am. I’m moving in with Liv, one of my best friends, who owns a house on the other side of campus. I’m all excited. I’ve started my garden there already, and have started moving things in. It’s been a long time since I was able to be really domestic in a place that felt like home. It’s just good.
And then, there’s being all done with school papers. I wrote two for this last semester, one 20 pages long with 71 footnotes, and the other 30 pages long with 110 footnotes. The second one got way overdue, and became such a millstone around my neck. It was so good to just finish the thing, and send it off to my eagerly waiting professor.
In other news, it looks like I’m going to be able to strike one more thing off my list of Things To Do Before I Die. I’ve always wanted to ride a motorcycle, but never knew a motorcycle owner well enough to have the chance. Then I met Zeke: tall, blonde and handsome in the high-cheekbones sort of way. Also snarky as all get out, and not a bad swing dancer. Also funny enough to make me laugh until I (on one occasion) wet my pants. Also completely not interested in theology. (sigh) And eight years younger than I am. But he has a thing for motorcylces and owns three. This winter he promised me that he would take me for a ride when the weather got warmer. It’s warm now, and we’re making arrangements for this ride. It will be at night, on smaller roads (not the interstate), and we will go fast. That’s all I know so far. I’ll let you know how it goes…