I broke the clasps of two other, favorite bracelets-- and now have gone back to wearing a sturdy copper bangle that my friend Ellie gave me years and years ago, the night before she left the U.S to move to Germany. Every day it seems I forget at least one item I need to take to work with me. The sign of too much to think about, my shrink says. But then I already knew that.
The teaching week is over. Gray and cold has settled in after weeks of balmy, near California weather. My classes are going well, but I'm scrambling to keep up with the reading. And this week my advanced pedagogy class was stressful. I showed David Mamet's Oleanna, and afterward people seemed almost too stunned to speak. A few random comments-- good observations, but not exactly a discussion. After the screening, some of us went out for food and wine/beer. The ostensible reason was to continue discussion of the film, but nobody really had the heart. So we quickly moved on to other topics--teaching, recent films, the upcoming Cinema Studies conference. It was a nice evening-- but it pushes back discussion of Oleanna
by another week.
More tests next week. The next CT scan that will tell us if the cancer has progressed.