Dawn Is Me

It’s been awhile, huh? Did I leave you hanging? I’m sooooo sorry …

So, yeah. It’s Ricky’s birthday. He’s 13 year old now, officially a teenager (as he has reminded me about 16 times already today). Having survived season one of As The Teens Turn, Ricky doesn’t scare me.

He couldn’t possibly out-do Psycho Boy. No way.

To bring you up to date, I have not only decided to go ahead and go back to school, I have applied to and been accepted by Hartwick College. They even gave me a fairly huge, 4-year scholarship to get me started.

Come September, I’m going back to school! I’m totally jazzed!

Of course, if either Kimmie or Gina winds up going there within the next few years, it’ll get just a tiny bit bizarre. I’ll enjoy it and I expect which ever of my girls is there will also enjoy it.

The City of Oneonta, on the other hand, may take some time to recover by the time we’re done.

That’s about the best thing going on with me right now. Physically, my world has been circumscribed by the fact that I blew my knee while FIRMing in a hotel room in Rye, NY.

(And what was I doing in a hotel room in Rye, NY? I was working out, of course! Oh, alright … I was down there for the nominating convention of the NYS Democratic Committee, where we officially designated Andrew Cuomo as our candidate for government. No suspense involved in that one at all … but I digress.)

And I’m still very depressed, although I don’t really know why. You’d think, with me gearing up to head back to school (something I expect to thoroughly enjoy), that I’d be aux anges but I’m down in the dumps instead.

Of course, my domestic situation continues to go quietly and cheerfully down the toilet. That might have something to do with it. Oh well.

Of all the things they tell you are difficult in life, one thing very few people mention: transitions.

Being in a rut can be quite painful.

Starting all over again can be fun but frightening.

Getting from point A to point B … painful, frightening, logistically tough, lonely … you name it.

My hope is that I’ll start having fun again … later.