Okay, I had my math class last night. I've always seen myself as kind of a simpleton in the wonderful world of numbers, but you know, it wasn't bad at all. I know it was only the first day, but the teacher explained to us that basically, there are lots of different ways to solve a problem. Not only that, but some problems have more than one answer. I found myself thinking, "Well, hey, here's math I might be good at..." I had not cracked this book. I'd been too busy with the other ones. Glancing through it, I realized that it is basically a book full of word problems. When I was in elementary school, word problems were the bane of my existance. However, I was surprised to find myself intrigued by them. Our assignment today? To not only solve the problem, but to draw a picture of how we solved the problem. Argh. I came home from class and did about half of my homework last night. And when I woke up in the night, I found myself working out problems in my head.
Psychology this morning. The mandatory class for all students after that. A book to return at the tutoring center. A stop at the financial aid office to drop off some paperwork. Stop at the health clinic to provide proof of immunization. Then I head directly to my first day at work. It's going to be a long day. This week, I have two very long days. I've got a casserole in the refrigerator for Tim's supper, but still, I feel badly for him. I'm working hard, but he's making some big sacrifices too.
I had a chance to visit with a friend this afternoon while making copies yesterday. It was one of those soul satisfying talks. Terrie's death had been much on my mind as I went through my day, and the simple joy of visiting with a friend was hugely comforting. I came away strengthened and encouraged, and moreover, later I received an e-mail from her saying that she felt the same.
Life is tremendously exciting for me right now, but I am really grateful for the solid foundation of my own marriage, for Tim's quiet focus, for good friends who don't hesitate to share.