Today was Carla's baby shower. Nice, because it took me away from work for an hour and a half, and there ain't nothing wrong with that. I also met her husband, Jonathan, who teaches 6th grade science. A really sweet guy (see previous entry about how he sent her a card at work). He helped reinforce my belief that it would be good to marry a teacher. They just seem like nice guys, in general; that probably explains why I'm friends with a number of male teachers.
You know, it's weird. I'm living day-to-day. I keep meaning to get involved with something--theater, a book club, something. But I'm very much bogged down in my daily routine. I so totally live by rountine. And once I find a routine, I don't want to change it. So I think about what I have to do at work, what I'm going to have for dinner, what's on tv...and that's about it. It's not that I don't ever think about anything else, but really that's all I'm concerned with. It's like, "I want to be involved with a theater production, but God, will that make me miss The West Wing or Buffy?" I know, I know, that's why I have a VCR. But still. I really need to move beyond this inertia. The problem is, I always think, "I'll get involved after..." and give myself a time. But then something else comes up. Right now, I don't even want to think about anything like that until after I get back from England (which, okay, is a week and a half away), and I don't really want to get involved until after my sister's wedding. I guess that's the whole commitment thing. I have to go to Ohio for Kathy's wedding and I don't want to let anyone down by going. Oh well. I think I'm going to go back to planning and jotting down things to look into and do. And hopefully get around to doing them. I'm just proud of myself that I actually did join the Jane Austen Society of North America. Go me!
Anyway, home this weekend. That'll be nice. And tomorrow is my parent's 33rd anniversary! Yay!
Current song in my head:
"Centerfield" by John Fogerty