There’s a watermelon sitting on the kitchen counter and, I kid you not, it’s a good two feet long. It’ll probably be gone by tomorrow morning considering the way people inhale it around here. The weather has been unbelievably beautiful in the last weeks. Being inside all day at work was felt criminal. I could walk all day in the glorious sunshine we’ve had.
I’m splitting my attentions between studying for an Anatomy & Physiology quiz, watching the Republican National Convention, and blogging. Yes, multi-tasking is surely what I do best.
I have no desire to write about politics, mostly because I don’t feel educated enough, but Sarah Palin’s nomination just made things really interesting.
School is going very well. This sort of learning, much more scientific and left-brained than I’m accustomed to, is a challenge to acclimate to. Studying for quizzes and tests is difficult; I really don’t have any idea what to expect. But it seems like the sort of thing that improves with time and experience, so sticking to it is the best course of action, I guess.
Last week, I found out there’s a girl in two of my classes who speaks Russian! She’s from Belarus and has lived in the US for several years. It’s such a thrill to talk every morning before classes begin. What a wonderful gift to be able to continue speaking Russian bit by bit.
I’m still on a Wendell Berry kick, but just got entrenched in War is a Force that Gives Us Meaning. Agh! So many books, so little time.
I leave you with this — a little bit of Wendell to end the night with a quiet bang of truth:
Ask the world to reveal its quietude—
not the silence of machines when they are still,
but the true quiet by which birdsongs,
trees, bellworts, snails, clouds, storms
become what they are, and are nothing else.
