1. Bubble wrap. Shipping tape. Constructing boxes. Making decisions. I took a break to teach my class. Right now my life is centered around bubble wrap, shipping tape, constructing boxes, and making decisions. What stays? What goes?
2. I was reminded today of when I lived in married student housing on Arthur and about 15th thirty-five years ago and one day I was home alone and I had the car and I'd never tried a Whopper before at Burger King and I remember feeling like I was spending money I should have spent on something else, but I spent it on a Whopper at the Burger King on West 11th. I enjoyed the Whopper's char broiled taste and I liked the sesame bun and the fries pleased me. The sandwich, I remember, paired well with Coca-Cola. This all came back to me when I was on my way to Staples to buy more bubble wrap and shipping tape and boxes to construct and stopped in at the Burger King on West 11th and had a Whopper with fries and a Coca-Cola.
3. The Deke asked me to meet her at Cornucopia and when I arrived a margarita suddenly appeared at our table before I'd had a chance to decide what I wanted and this tickled me and I stopped laughing so I could have a sip. I talked with the Deke about all the writing I've done over the years where I've tried too hard to sound intellectual or to be poetic and I was trying too hard because I was trying to prove myself to fellow grad students or professors or to any one of a small number of women I thought I loved. I've read some of that writing as I've been packing and it embarrasses me. It's painful to read such strained writing. In our seventeen years together, I've never felt like I had to prove myself to the Deke. It's what I like about writing in this blog. In the vast majority of the postings, I haven't tried to impress anyone or prove myself. I've tried to be authentic and tried not to attempt to sound smarter than I am. It's a relief. I enjoy writing within the bounds of my own experience and intelligence and imagination. When I go outside these bounds, I embarrass myself.