My Boring Life

Last week, I sat at a computer for an average of 12 hours a day where I worked on Labview examining iteration after iteration of the same computer program.  In order to have something to talk about, I would look up everything I could about my favorite soccer player who just started summer break and so fell off cyber-radar, which led to more-boring-than-usual commentary.

Meanwhile, one of my sisters started her job as a barista in Alaska.  Another of my sisters has been adjusting to her life as an avocat in Paris.  And yet another went on a week long tour through New England.  *And the last one (as of May 31) just spent a week in California.

Every day I passed the University buildings on my way home, as chairs and tents and stages were set up in preparation for the thousands of students ready to take their diplomas and start on their new post-graduation adventures.

By Friday, as you can guess, I was feeling as drab and colorless as my newly cleaned lab.

It was with some relief then that my roommate asked me to accompany her to Richmond to pick up her parents from the airport.  We were early so while she stayed in the car to finish a thoroughly gripping book, I lay on the grass, and dreamed about life while staring at the wonder that is the SR-71 Blackbird.

VA Aviation Museum

It was equally nice to have a friend call me Saturday morning and rouse me from sleep, begging for a ride in the country.  We moseyed along until we reached one of her favorite lookouts on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  And then we sat and talked as we watched the butterflies.

Blue Ridge Parkway

And then another friend convinced me to go spend some time on our friend's farm, where we alternated between doing nothing in the shade and playing sports of all kinds in the sun.

Snow Hill Farm, VA

After that, we headed down to Richmond where we got to listen to some great talks from some great people. I even got to speak some Chinese.

And that was just part of my weekend.

Thank goodness for friends who like to save me from myself.