19 April 2009
March, then April, then May, Usually
Finals are nearly final, the semester is simmering slowly southward, and my plane ticket home is purchased. It must be April. Yes, it is April. It comes every year after March and before May (except in 1499, when Nicollo Machiavelli officially banned April for one year in an effort to celebrate his thirtieth birthday sooner, which was on 3 May). Like the rest of my life, this semester was marked by two things- skiing and food. I skiied every week, and ate every day. Sometimes even two or three times a day. I worked hard, took some exams, and even made it to the gym once. I played a lot of basketball, funded an entire Dollar-Theater-employee's college education one movie at a time, celebrated Flag day of Canada (I celebrated by eating maple syrup, watching hockey, and making a 'gushing' noise like I was at Niagara Falls) and I did a lot of math. And by a lot, I mean if you could quantify how much math I did, and put it into a container, the container would have to be at least as big as three of the four compartments in a heifer's stomach. This Summer I have much to look forward to. Running in Hyde park in the morning, eating shortbread at the Orangery, and the crepuscular magic of London and the Theatre. April sure is a nice month. Maybe I will name one of my children April. She will have to be my fourth child though, becuase I already have three great unisex names picked out: Malachi, Jamal, and Ezra.