posted 2004/08/19 at 20:12
Rowan still hasn't come back. It's been nearly a week now, and we've had a couple of thunderstorms in that time and Rowan always comes in for shelter during a storm. The folks go out searching for her every night, but there comes a point where you have to wonder if it's of any use. Two weeks passed between the fire and when we first saw Rowan again, so we're trying to hold out that long. Still, I can't help but worry, and wonder if I'll ever see Rowan again, and how I won't have a chance to say goodbye to her. At least I had that chance with Alex before he was put to sleep.
Especially now that my parents' business is here in the house, I'm keenly aware of how the folks are living their lives, and how in spite of the situation with Rowan, everyone's going about their business, doing work, watching TV, having fun. My stomach is so twisted I can barely eat or DDR; I've been driving to Wildwood every day and just sitting and reading, hoping the fresh air will do so good. What I've been reading is Frankenstein, and its ruminations on how we move on after personal loss probably aren't what I need to be reading right now. Unfortunately, "My Pet Goat" isn't exactly MA material.
Speaking of that, the thesis defence went okay on Tuesday, I guess. Grad school classes start on Monday, and I've went to campus each of the past few days to take care of funding paperwork; all that's left to do now is some employment paperwork tomorrow. Yep, a real job, and one that's being financed, at least in part, by tax dollars. Hopefully it won't be the last.
So yeah, I guess this is the last Thursday night I have to myself for a while; starting next week, I get to relearn what it's like to be at a Spectrum meeting and not be the one in charge. I was only part of Spectrum for around a year, then I ran the place for nearly eighteen months, and now ... well, now I just hope I can readjust in a healthy way.
Rowan, come home soon. Please.
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