Mood: Meditative / Reflective .: Soft :.
Listening to: .: Musicology on VH1 Soul :.
Reading: .: Ebony Magazine :.
Watching: .: The Maltese Falcon :.
Inquisition: Name your favorite song. If you can’t; name one you really like.
Aloha!
I’m sitting in a dimly lit living room in Perkasie, VH1 Soul softly playing in the background, my laptop humming quietly. The roll of approaching thunderstorms shakes the air dull air, sending wafts through the open screen door to the porch.
Tamika’s mom persuaded me to come.
ISA MuKappa was having a picnic today and going to the beach tomorrow… but I decided to come here.
As I suspected, I was by myself for most of the day… sitting in the living room and copying some good recipes I found in an Ebony magazine.
But the payoff came this evening, when I got to babysit. Tamika’s parents haven’t been doing so well, and one of the things Tamika and I have been persuading them to do was to go out on a date. So, with me being there, they got the opportunity.
Also, Tamika’s dad is preaching in church tomorrow so I want to support him too.
So, here I sit.
Camp (and regular work) starts Monday, which I’m honestly not anticipating with very much enthusiasm.
I mean, I’m looking forward to the kids and the work, but I know I’m going to be worn out. We’re short on staff this time, which might mean no days off for any of us. I’d kind of just like to get school on the road, and to teaching real classes. But we don’t even have our real schedules yet. Ah well. I’m sure everything will fall into place.
I was able to pay of my citation (just) because of some money I got from selling books. I’ve been doing that just to make a little extra money. It is hard trying to survive with all the things I have to worry about. It gets difficult to trust God at times, but I know I must. The motorcycle is curiously low on oil. Mrs. Pinkney bought me some when we went to Wal-Mart. It could be that I didn’t put in enough when I changed it in Connecticut and it has just been to hot and not been enough. There is a small glass porthole on the side of the engine on which there are two lines in between which the oil level is supposed to be.
However, the bike has a kickstand. And when resting on the kickstand, you can see no oil at all through the porthole (though you can when you balance it upright. I didn’t change the oil filter when I changed the oil, so I’ll do that too. I hope the oil filter is not expensive.
Mary White, our landlady was supposed to visit today. Mr. Kirk was going to escort her around the house to figure out what she wanted to do with it and how she was planning to pay for the damage done to the basement by the flood. Mr. Kirk is also going to try and convince her to let us paint the walls.
Be right back…
Just moved all of the stuff our of Tamika’s sister Talisha’s room. She was supposed to do it, but didn’t. Not really. Mrs. Pinkney is getting the whole house recarpeted, and Talisha was supposed to move out the rest of her stuff; her bed, her entertainment center, and her chair (everything else had already been moved out). She didn’t. I ended up moving everything out. That girl need discipline. She no longer pays her parents heed. Tamika and her mom began arguing about moving the TV.
I’m tired.
I hurt my back a bit.
I need to relax. Sometimes I think too much…..