2005-08-22 - 10:59 a.m.

I caught a hint of fall in the air yesterday. My brain knows that there's still a month of summer remaining, but for the briefest of moments, like a slow motion soap opera fade out, there was this 15 second window of fall.

I was out back mowing the lawn, which had evolved into a small rainforest thanks to the recent torrential downpours, when I felt the breeze downshift into that oh to familiar sweet smell of autumn. It was brief, but just long enough to infiltrate my nostrils, coil inside my brian and massage a few memories to the frontal lobe. And just like that, it was gone.

So things are weird lately. There's a little bit of tension that hangs in the air. Where its eminating from is somehwat evident. Why it's eminating from there totally escapes me. I add to it, dancing around the problem instead of squaring off face-to-face, looking for a solution. I guess I'm loathe to jump in the ring without any clue as to what I'm up against. Perhaps we're all just getting older and thus, independent, and thus, in need of something more then what used to keep us all happy. Who knows.

Shifting gears. Seeing as how PR falls under my job description (nestled somewhere between ad exec and coffee maker) I was asked to staff an MU Info booth outside of Brady Commons today. This entailed me enduring the 90 degree heat and 80% humidity, to answer questions like "How do I get a bus pass?" "Where is the GCB Building" (Which incidentally was located not more then 20 paces from my booth) and also "Dude, what bars do the hot chicks go to?"

Yes. I was a fountain of knowledge for all kinds of new students. I spun wild tails of drunken orgies, provided secret minute-shaving routes form class to class, and most importantly, tried not to look too damn old. I swear, I saw children walking around in tiny denim skirts and ultra tight tank tops. These girls could not be 18, could they? What an old man I've become.

So for an hour an a half I people watched and daydreamed. Taking long lazy walks into the back of my mind, places that had shown some sign of negelct, places that held memories that one minute brought a grin to my face, and the next found me wrestling a lump in my throat. I've been out of school for what, a year and a half? And here I am already talking of the "old days." And yet, I'm poised to dive right back into school (albeit it as a "mature" full time employee pursuing his masters) but it's school all the same.

Speaking of which, somehow in the torrent of work, bartending, and just general surviving, I managed to let the deadline for enrollment slip by me, thus postponing my forray into higher education until next semester. Sigh. It's not like I was planning on going anywhere soon.

So what now, what now. The SHC workload has slowed to a more bearable pace now that Summer Welcome is over. And without Masters classes to attend, I find that my days are a little more open. I've been playing golf as much as possible, steadily improving my game a few strokes at a time. I'm reading alot, just finished, a good Chuck Palachunik (spelling?) book called Choke.

And that's about it. What a boring entry. Tell ya what. Don't read this. And if you did, try and froget it and pretend like it wasn't a waste of your time.

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