The Premature Summer Countdown

A pessimist's way of squandering her 9 free weeks.

DAYS 3-7: Thinking and beaching and lazing…

I know, I know…I said I would try to write everyday, and I have been lazy about it. And I do mean lazy. How do bloggers do it? WITH PICTURES?!?!?! I am amazed. For example, I love the blog the good life. It is a style blog run by a mom of TWO, and she posts cute outfits, does Polyvore, creates links, and all kinds of cool things I have no idea how to do. I am getting a stomach cramp trying to figure out how to link her site to this post.

But, I digress…I was mulling over the concept of time management. During the summer, it is tough, simply because I am so lazy. During this school year, it will have to be a non negotiable. I decided to take a part-time position with Trident Technical College, the two-year college program here in Charleston. I will be teaching a section of 101…everyone’s favorite! I will also be teaching 7th grade, raising a preschooler, and living at the end of the universe. No worries, right?

So, back to time management. I have never been good with it. I remember turning in a paper that counted as my final exam at 11:30 PM THE DAY IT WAS DUE. It was before midnight, and I wrote the time on a note and stapled it to the paper. I made my best friend drive my car while I drank boxed wine out of a to go cup in the passenger’s seat, and when we got to Keezell Hall, I bolted out of the car, ran to her office (like I might miss her, since she was probably in her office, right?) and slid the paper under her door. I remember being so tired, and so frustrated with myself. I enjoyed the topic on which I was writing, so why didn’t I spend more time and do it right? My professor knew my game, and she could see right through me…speaking of, I have been thinking a lot about her as well. That is where that Flannery O’Connor post came from…the corner of the attic space of my mind where Jean Wampler Cash resides.

Dr. Cash was a no nonsense, brilliant, tough Southern woman who loved what she taught. Her lectures were delivered in a regal fashion-she spoke of her topics with authority and reverence. Not to mention, she wore neutral colors like a champ. I loved listening to her speak of the writers and icons of the American South. In my eyes, no none knew more of the topic. And she hated me. In retrospect, I don’t blame her. On the outside, I was a puffy, bloated, un-lady like college girl who didn’t know Carson McCullers from V.C. Andrews, with a pretty apparent unrequited fixation/crush with her prized student. (Said student became one of the closest friends I have ever had, he was the one in the car with me, and he and I are still friends to this day. Phew.)

So, why didn’t I fix this, you say? I think at the time, I didn’t know how. I was too young and immature for her well judged scrutiny; for that matter, I was too young and immature for college. So, I plodded along, turned in papers at the 11th hour (literally) while drinking Franzia out of a Yahtzee tumbler, and graduated from college. However, I graduated from college with a love for the American South, and I quickly surrounded myself with the oppressive heat and majestic foliage of Charleston. Fourteen years later, I am still here, married to the human equivalent of Foghorn Leghorn, and I am a teacher, indirectly because of Jean Wampler Cash. You see, once I realized I should have taken advantage of all Dr. Cash offered me, I tried to make up for lost time. I emailed her to thank her for all she did in her classes, and then I worked hard immersing myself in the culture she loved so. Lots of reading, lots of time spent in graduate classes, lots of time studying the beautiful dichotomy of the South, and lots of time spent trying to look at this culture the way I imagined Dr. Cash does-with total reverence.

Dr. Cash raises her eyebrow at me a lot in my mind’s eye. I select well-worn copies of A Good Man is Hard to Find over Fifty Shades of Grey, I still leaf through the Oxford American magazine whenever I am in Barnes and Noble, and in August, I will try to show a handful of Trident Tech students all I learned from Dr. Cash. Maybe then I will finally show her, even though I am scared out of my mind at the thought of teaching college level classes, that I am ready for her brilliance.

PS-How you like them links???

Flannery O’Connor

Flannery O'Connor

Whenever I’m asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one.
—Flannery O’Connor

DAY TWO: Just your typical Saturday…but earlier.

Today was Saturday. Not much changes about my Saturdays, regardless of the season. A barrage of errands, with the crown jewel of my day being a trip to Target.

We started with a trip to Causey’s Barber shop. The little one needed a fresh hair cut. One bowl cut and one orange push up later, we were back on the road. Stores, shops, and finally, that big red bullseye was calling us.

We got what we needed-and today, we were home by lunchtime. That was quite a perk…I think this whole get up early thing might be something to hold onto.

DAY ONE: Let’s try this one more time…

Well, what do we have here? Hello Summer 2013. Today was the official begin to my summer vacation, and I am dreading August already.

We are going to try this again…the little one is bigger, the garden is bigger, and my bathing suit is bigger. There has got to be more to write about this year.

Please check in with me often, and let me know what you’re doing with your summer. In the meantime, take a gander at today’s lovelies plucked from the garden.

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I’m very important.

Wow! I can’t believe how much I have not done since my last post.

So, to make myself feel better, I have a peace offering…my new favorite song. This band is no longer around; they played their farewell concert in 2011 at Madison Square Garden. Boo.

Always a day late and a dollar short. For example, watching “Crazy, Stupid, Love” right now. It should be called Ryan, Gosling, Shirtless.

Anyways, the soundtrack is faboo. Did some research on the music…all songs from established records, and the one song I DO know, is not on the soundtrack! Ain’t that some stuff?

My summertime malaise has set in…I tend to get the blah’s when I spend too much time on the compound or in the car. Living where I live, I do both frequently.

I’ve been on the computer a bunch, buying music and reading about music and Robert Pattinson. I am truly a lonely housewife. Maybe I will swing by Target tomorrow and get me some Fifty Shades…

So, my apologies to all three of you who seem to like to read my little bloggy blog. I’m actually mentally filing some ideas I have for a yarn or two and I am in the process of putting pen to paper. I will keep you posted. Get it? Ha.

My peace offering is below. It’s Kermit and My favorite song du jour. it doesn’t get much better.

Dance Yrself Clean…turn this up.

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And, I forgot. Little One has managed to spend the equivalent of a year of private school on Legos. And I put them together. And, I create the characters. This plastic gentleman is my rendering of Javier Bardem’s character in “No Country for Old Men.” Creepy bob and all. He’s ready to start mass bloodshed […]

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The little one and I made homemade pizzas tonight. Grilled chicken, buffalo mozzarella, and fresh tomatoes and banana peppers from the garden were just a few of the toppings we loaded on those bad boys. Whilst assembling dinner, he looked up at me and said, “Let’s pretend to be two fat ladies Mommy.” Not Dora […]

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I would love to say I purchase all my edible products at Whole Foods and the Farmers Market, but who are we kidding? I am baring my soul to you all out there in my computer. I (sometimes) pick up groceries at convenience stores. It’s…convenient. This particular evening came after a long day on the […]

Oh, Sandy and Danny…

Happy Summer 2012 all! Today marks the first week down of my summer vacation. One down, 9 and some change to go.

Why so glass half empty, you ask?

Pessimism runs freely through my veins, much like anxiety and the tendency to binge drink.

So, in an exhibitionist like effort to stay on the sunny side of things, I decided to create this blog and chronicle my days away from the classroom.

I promise music, fashion, unsolicited celebrity opinion, academia, pictures of me and the little one at the beach, laughter, tears, and the unexplainable feeling that you have to know me and become my best friend immediately. I’m like that.