Looking out the window all indications are the heat is back. I don’t know this for a fact because I haven’t been out yet but the street has that hot shimmering look to it. Than again it is the middle of August. It’s Monday and I’m sitting here with one of those melancholy moods slipping down over me, the kind that calls for plenty of ‘Black Parade’ on the iPod. I realized this morning I have been here in the Village for over seven months now, nothing especially saddening about that as I really am enjoying it. But this means that for the first time in ten years it is the middle of August and I am not getting ready for another year at Penn State. No classes, no work, no office, no smiling JoePa face in every window. And I do believe that is the root of the mood I suddenly find myself in.
I really can’t think of any other reason because it was a great weekend. As I said my sis and her girlfriend came to visit for a couple days. I miss my mini-me, and don’t get to see her nearly as much as I should, but the girl is busy getting ready for her senior year in high school, being captain of the field hockey team, and looking at schools. Personally I think she should go to Penn State and I think my dad and brother would agree with me. But she is rebellious to a fault, I’m so glad I’m not like that, and I see her breaking with the rest of the family just on principal.
She seems to be leaning towards an art school in Philly but I don't see her going there because they don’t have a field hockey team. I really can’t see the girl giving that up like I did because she is so much better than I was and even has scholarship offers from some small schools. I did nonchalantly bring to her attention the fact that Penn State has a fine hockey team, I have checked it out on occasion, and a totally awesome photography program. I might even have a few contacts for her in the art school.
Speaking of photography, between real and second lives I must have taken over a hundred pics this weekend. I just finished looking at them and sadly I don’t really like any. Now this isn’t going to help my mood at all. But I did see some good photos yesterday. A friend of mine just got back from a west coast trip and had some awesome shots from camping. That at least makes me smile, however briefly, because the girl thinks she has no artistic talent at all and she really truly does. By the way she doesn’t take compliments well so I didn’t just mention the pics.
Now I am thinking I have to get Foxy’s oil changed this week because for the first time in a long time I am starting to believe a run to the mountains is called for, after all the 14th ranked Nittany Lions are already a week into practice. Cool crisp clear mountain air, cold beer, and football with 100,000 friends, now that could be the cure for this mood.
Time will tell
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