....update....

Well, I made it through another year, yep, get to take my comps in November and on to the PhD program. I am trying to decide if I want to stick with comparative lit/cultural studies, or go into the English PhD program. Decisions, decisions. On the one hand, the English program is well funded, which would mean an automatic TA position; but the comparative lit/cultural studies is a more valuable program and I more than likely will get a TA position there too. I don’t know.

Oh, I brought my bike from our house. We aired the tires and I took it for a quick spin and I have to tell you, I like the bike riding. Saturday, I am going to expand my riding to up hill.

Good news, my last lung test, the one where they use valium to put me in a nice daze, came back with some good news. So, I am now, using almost all of my lungs capacity and the fungi that has invaded has been shoved back to almost nothing. I can, the doc says, have one more round of antifungal and chemo but I say, no. If I am not better by September, then I'll go another round, but for now, I am liking feeling so good. By the way, I now have hair about 3/4 inches from my scalp and while most gay men hit on me, until they notice the girls, I am thinking I look quiet hot, well, not hot as in that's hot, but hot in not so old looking. I may keep the skin head look.

So, I'm still here.

So, I'm still here, just busy. I have one more paper to write, and I can join the world. It's not that I haven't had time, it's just that I have been thinking. Sometimes I sit for hours and think. One of my favorite thoughts is what if I had sextuplets. I know, crazy, especially since I am through menopause and, get this, had a total hysterectomy a couple of years ago. So, why am I thinking of babies? Another thought that reoccurs: winning the mega lottery. I know, like I would, like I even play, but I think about it and how I would not be a rich snob. I also think about Gary, you probably don't remember, but he was my first real love. In the back seat of his chevy, during the heat of the summer, with the windows down, and the frogs and crickets singing and me trying to say no, but never quite getting the strength. And, I think about age and how it just crept up on me and one day I was twenty something with perky bouncy breasts, small waist, and a tight butt and then, well, gravity won and now all that firm and perk, well, it's not firm and perk. Plus, while getting old has its perks, you know like doctors that really enjoy making us old folks happy with good doses of good drugs, there's that other side. Sure, getting legally high is great, but facing the last couple of good decades that I have left and knowing how fast time flies, well, I have to admit that it's just a little irritating. Damn, my neighbors are getting high again. Oh well, hopefully soon I'll have something to say.