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Friday, August 01, 2003
 
A Glimmer of a Social Life

First of all, my uncle is recovering miraculously. Yesterday he was in emergency surgery to save his life and the following morning he was awake and talking to my family, moving all limbs, and showing signs of only very minor nerve damage. As long as things stay as they are, he could be out of the ICU today and moved into recovery. So this is still turning out to be the most bizarre thing ever - sudden stroke, brain surgery, and then suddenly back up and running.

Since he's doing better, I feel less guilty about the boy-crazy blog I am going write. Now, I stand by the well-known fact that I'd rather be single than involved in any kind of serious relationship. Just because I have commitment issues and see no benefit of settling down, this doesn't mean I want to walk the holy celibate path in life. Now that the clock is really ticking and I am leaving in this calendar month, wouldn't you know that my social life seedlings are just now budding. I don't think I am asking for too much when I say that I just want to have a social life with a romantic twist... If my life were a gin and tonic, right now it's limeless. I'd even settle for plastic lime juice. Dinner, drinks, movies, all with a handsome eligible bachelor who can hold up his end of the conversation, that's it. Any more than that, I don't think I have the time or interest to sustain. This week has birthed a little hope that I am not as romantically dysfunctional as I paint myself and brought no fewer than three boys my way. When it rains, it pours, but this is one of those good rainy days after a long drought of a summer. August must be upon us now, always my favorite month, and always when my life picks up, my thoughts are more coherent, and I generally feel the most myself. By my poetic calendar, it's my birth month and frequently my favorite month of the year.

My darling Kenny is back in the states from Italy. We touched base ever-so-briefly this morning and I am really awaiting a catch up phone call, with one of my favorite characters from the company. But he asked me how the preparations are coming. I had to be honest with him and say that I am as unprepared as ever to pick up and move my life and start a whole new school and a new kind of school. I have the boxes, but nothing is in them. I just have a list of errands to do in order to be ready to move, but at least there is a list. I haven't made the dent in my summer reading that I had hoped, but I don't worry about my academic self, it's the most sturdy and well-trained part of me. But I told him that I am socially ready and that's probably the nerve that needs the most nudging. I feel confident enough to do this and I think the timing is good, but it remains nothing short of amazing to see something come into being that has been a far-off distant thought for a long time. Sometime around Halloween I decided to apply to Madison and ever since then, it's just been an unreality. It is unbelievable to know it's on the verge of happening...