hope deferred

Today I feel very blah. It's funny: I spent all Easter break surround by sick people and managed to stay healthy, but less then a week surrounded by mostly healthy people and I get sick. Not terribly sick, mind you, but sick enough that I slept half the afternoon away and can't breathe through my nose.

But let's not talk about that, since it will only make me feel worse.

I had such good intentions for this post. Actually, I meant to write one during break, or possibly right after, but that never happened. I wanted to tell you the story of our search for shoes to go with the dress we bought me to wear when I play violin in my brother's wedding this summer. (Oh my, that sentence was awkward...) I wanted to tell the story simply so that I could share the revelation I had about my feet. Apparently my toes are long and gangly and do not look attractive in a thong sandal. At least that's what my dad said. This story may seem pointless and boring to you, but I thought the phrase "long, gangly toes" was too good to be allowed to go to waste.

I wanted to tell you about our Easter dinner, which we had on Saturday, sandwiched between sessions of shoe shopping. My family (and Liberty) spent four hours at the Coyote Canyon buffet, eating second, third, and fifth helpings and solving all the world's problems. Well, the paratransit and pool issues here in Sioux Falls anyway. If even half of our ideas ever became more than just words, this world would be a much better place.

I wanted to tell you about my job interview on Monday. I talked with two of the Librarians in Brookings about working for the summer in the children's section, helping with all the special programs. I think the interview went very well--and June already likes me anyway--but now it's a waiting game. They still have to talk to the other applicants before I'll get an answer. My biggest problem is that I have an awkward schedule at the start of summer when they would need to train me. But I don't think I'll need much training, since I've worked with them before. Besides, my wildreness trip is already paid for, and the wedding date is firmly set, so whatever job I get must work around that. All the same, I hope and pray that this one works out. It's the sort of work I would actually enjoy doing.

I wanted to tell you how much snow we got, and how this monring looked like a winter wonderland in April, and this evening half of it was gone.

I wanted to tell you how excited I was to go see Tarah's senior project, "Waiting for Godot," tonight, even though I feel a bit sick. It's a doozy of a play, but I think the girls did a good job of it. From what I understand, the audience is supposed to come away confused. I know there are deeper truths there, but they haven't settled yet in my mind.

I wanted to tell you all these things, and then I didn't. My brain is sick and digesting philosophy and cannot do justice to any of them. So I'll sit on my futon and close my eyes, and maybe when Godot comes, I can tell you all I meant to tell you.

-Kim