Closing my office for a while

I was lying in bed this morning when I heard the garbage truck roll by. Every Tuesday it comes by and the same thing happens: Geordi, who has heard this truck every single week for the past 5 years pauses in the middle of whatever he's doing, then runs to the living room, as far from the noise of the truck as he can.

He's only going to hear that truck three more times, and then he's headed to Baltimore, where instead of garbage trucks rolling by, on schedule, every week, there will be fire trucks noisily going by, at random (my parents live a block from a fire station).

Lauren got back to Mountain View yesterday, after being in Oxford for the past 2+ months. Her coming back has changed the dynamic of the apartment - Geordi can't have her side of the bed all to himself and I found myself being very quiet last night as she took her jet-lagged self to bed. Her alarm is going off as I write this - I haven't heard that alarm in all the time she was gone.

The next few weeks are going to be spent packing, getting rid of some of our stuff, and seeing Bay Area folks for the last time before we head out. It's going to be a hectic three weeks, and I'm sure they will go by quickly, but I will try and savor the last 21 days I have here.

This is finals week at De Anza, and then the De Anza Math Teacher will not be a De Anza Math teacher for a while, and the blog will lay dormant because one cannot post as the De Anza Math Teacher when one is not a De Anza math teacher. I'll be moving my thoughts to a new blog, which has no postings as of this writing, but will be found here.

I thought my last post here would be more thoughtful, meaningful, or powerful, but I'm not a person who writes things to be thought provoking, meaningful, or powerful. I just write what's on my mind, and right now it's that garbage truck that rolled by 30 minutes ago, that I will hear three more times, chuckling to myself as I see Geordi make his dash for the living room.