Updates from the 'Ta

So......

There
is
nothing
to
do
here

Which is good in some ways, since I'm enjoying the endless days of reading the first six Harry Potter books, catching up on DVD tv series like "Rome" and laying out by the pool. I had a brief computer scare because I have to steal wireless by typing out on the porch, and the transition from inside sub-zero air conditioning to 95 degree, 98% humidity confused poor little Mackie. But I took it to the local mac retailer, and they had it fixed quick as you please, for no charge. Another benefit of a relatively small town. It's been raining here pretty much every day, for at least part of the day, and yesterday we had a classic Kansas storm, where the sky goes literally green. I wonder what the sky looks like before a storm in Rhode Island?

I've been reading up on "what to expect in Law School" and I'm not sure if it's helping, or if it's freaking me out more. It's been three and a half years since I worked very hard on anything, so it will be interesting to see how I reacclimate. I've been buying kitchen stuff and bathroom stuff, and once I realized that I could decorate my apartment however I wanted, i got quite excited. I don't have to worry about someone else ruining my stuff, or encorporating someone else's belongings into my decorating scheme... I could cover the walls in dead squirrels, and no one could complain. Well, ok, the health department might have a little something to say about it, but you get my point.

It's hard to remember to keep in touch. It's like, I feel like I'm on vacation, and I'll just see everyone in a bit. But then I realize, no, I won't, and I have to make sure to seperate some time each week to keep up my personal relationships. It's a sad, strange realization, and I imagine most of my homesickness or feelings of loneliness will come upon me like that. That's the great thing about emotions- the sneak up on you when you least expect it. So far so good, but I'm with my family, so I'm sure that's taking the edge off it a bit. Not to mention the fact that it's never a dull moment at the Furst household. I wonder what it must be like to live in other families where people communicate a normal volume, where your parents talk about nice normal things like the weather or sports, versus my house where my father is at alternate turns cursing the very existence of the Republican party in elaborate, vitriolic language, or enganging in absurd comedic rants about people who live next door, and my mother and I have conversations that he can't hear because he's too busy with all the ranting. My life at home resembles nothing so much as an Edward Albee play, accented by elements of a bad Monty Python sketch. It's nothing if not entertaining, at least. I'll find examples and report back.

Ok, must get back to Harry Potter. I'm 2/3 through the 4th book, and I need to finish it before tomorrow when I'm hoping to go see the newest movie.

It's a hard life.