the summer of cheese

I think this summer is going to be the Summer of Cheese. or maybe not. maybe it will just be the Summer of Living Alone which may involve a lot of cheese. Oh choices, choices. Maybe the Summer of Choices. Maybe I won't label the summer until it is in progress or nearly over. Maybe it will just be a summer. But it feels bigger than that.

Today was graduation, and from the nosebleed section in the balcony, I sat and watched my 26 students walk across the stage, and I clapped and cried from way up there. I was pretty grouchy today, and grouchy about the fact that faculty get a special section to sit in, but staff don't. Sad that some of those students I may never see again, and I didn't get to see them up close, one last time. Grouchy that I made a choice not to lie and say I was faculty just so I could get a close-up seat. It was a day of choices, it is a lifetime of choices. Every action I take is a choice and has a consequence.

I made a lot of choices this week, some I know had an impact on someone I work with, and likely resulted in some hurt feelings. Another resulted in buying dishes--starting to create my future solo household. And golly, am I excited about my dishes--they are SO pretty.

I still haven't bought tickets to the Ani concert that is happening in Aspen in mid-June. I would really like to go with someone--I think it would be fun to do. And honestly, I'm freaked out at the idea of going alone.

And I've been listening to an audio book, "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" by Barbara Kingsolver, and I keep talking to my audio book "Yes! yes! YES!" And the book talked about making cheese, and I got so excited...I've made cheese before, and it is something that I want to do more of...could I buy a cheese making book? could I buy cultures and enzymes and make my own cheddar and mozzarella and brie? Really? Me?! YES! So maybe this will be the summer of cheese. And maybe not. It will certainly be the summer of making choices.