Getting ready to leave.

Boston is only a few days away. I finally got things settled last night. My friend isn’t letting me down completely, but she does want to drive back Saturday morning so she can make a flight class she’s scheduled for I’m disappointed in a way, but at the same time I know the Professor will be happy to have me home a little earlier.

My friend who lives outside of Boston will put us up for the two days that we’re staying on beyond the convention dates. He’s a good friend, and I look forward to seeing him again. If we have time, I’d like to visit Walden Pond again, but I’ll have to wait and see what everyone else wants to do.

I got a call from my doctor’s office last night. The medication I’m on to prevent blood clots has reached too high a concentration in my blood and they wanted to tweak the dosages. It’s a pain, because that means I have to go back for further blood work in two weeks rather than four weeks, which means missing twice the amount of work I’d ordinarily have to. It does explain the huge bruise I developed over my left knee though. Not that I’m a shorts kinda gal, but there’s no way I’ll be wearing shorts for a while regardless. It looks like I’ve been to an S&M party. I hope it isn’t too hot in Boston.

The Professor hasn’t said anything, but I know he’s disappointed he isn’t going to Boston with me. I can only hope that our vacation next month makes up for it. He went to talk to the college where he teaches about getting more hours. His contacts in the Math Department were holding out all kinds of hope for tutoring or counselling or even work in the library, but it’s starting to look like they’re just stringing him along. He’s frustrated by his failure to obtain full time employment by now. His only real option is to be flexible about where he’d take a job and look further afield than he has. He’s unwilling to resume his search in California, or even look much further away than where we live now.

He claims we live in the “boondocks”, with restricted job possibilities. I don’t know much about teaching college level, but I’d hardly have thought that our present position was in the middle of no where. Still, I’ve never lived in California, and I can only assume that the possibilities were greater there, without the necessity of looking very far afield. I’m torn between wanting to help bolster his ego at the moment, or pointing out that it isn’t such a big deal if he commutes 30-45 minutes to work. I’m hoping he comes to that realization himself, without my intervention.