three-worded sentences
Frank treated the engineering and sales crew to lunch at Elizabeth’s (very nice Italian restaurant in Oak Ridge) today. It’s 4 p.m. and I’m still full from it. The chef, who Andreas and George both know by name, brought us a complimentary appetizer, a thin-crust, white feta cheese pizza. I had a steak stromboli, a beer (the guys ordered two pitchers) and some fried dough for dessert. It was heavenly but goodness knows my eyes were (and are) closing here at work this afternoon.
I’ve really lost my taste for beer. Between having a couple with David and Stephen at Foothills on Monday night and at lunch today, even with copious amounts of good food, I inevitably feel ill-at-ease afterward. Physically. I don’t know what it is, but I’m certainly just as content without it. Just a curiosity.
I hope it doesn’t rain in the morning. David and I are going to have half a “yard day,” hack away at the extraneous shrubberies (insert Holy Grail joke here), mow the lawn and tackle the onion grass everywhere. The yard’s presently a mess.
Had my second (and last) night flight session last night. So serene and peaceful. The air is smooth and traffic is light. No flight this morning. My instructor/adviser and I tackled my tentative plan for the next four years or so. Fortunately, as a non-degree-seeking student, I’m a bit more flexible than those student locked into the plan. It’s always a bit of a catch-22 for me, though, since even though I have the flexibility to take flight training courses at the non-curricular rate (slightly cheaper), I need to take at least six credit hours per semester if I am to qualify for the financial aid, so it’s better if I bundle them with my course load. I won’t be taking A&P (mechanic) training next year, mainly as it is very time-intensive and I want to make time for Diane and Luke. That’s key. Fortunately the training is offered in a much more work-friendly format at a local community college. I’d appreciate prayers for this…it’s a pretty big shakeup.
I feel you on the beer thing. Drinking a single beer is pleasant for about fifteen minutes, but after that, I just feel groggy. Drinking more means I’ll feel more groggy and very crappy afterwards.
Sometimes I’m a bit chagrined that I can’t seem to enjoy this most popular of intoxicants, but then I’m also thankful that I don’t have the problems with it that so many people seem to.
shakeups
if you ever have any thoughts/insights* on the situation of adjusting ambitions that are dear to you for the sake a current relationship, i’d be interested in reading them.
*something more than “if you really love him/her, it won’t feel like a sacrifice,” as i’m not sure i buy into that particular insight.
I only saw one three-word sentence…
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