Passing Through

It is sunday morning. The third sunday morning since school (I teach high school English) (10th and 11th graders) turned out for the summer. It will be a longer "out" this year as the state shifts from an "early" August start to a "later" August start. It amounts to an extra fourteen days or so. I clicked on this blog link, actually, I had to scrounge around to locate it on my photoblog's (now also inactive) about page, to think about saving the posts I had written before I deleted the the entire blog. Now here I am writing this a committment to continue or like an aeroplane with two of its three engines out gently heading toward the ground.
I have much to do as always and as always I'm not doing very well with it. Amid everything else I lost the external hard drive where I store my photographic output. I have restored some, but not all of three years of work. I'm a little bummed about that and also feeling an odd elation, like one must feel when the barn you were dreading to clean out and repair vanishes in mysterious firey end.
We (SEN and I) are going south for a week to Orlando, one of the most bland landscapes on the planet. She has a conference and I have two online courses (ESOL) I need (must) complete. We will be staying at the Peabody (Ducks) in Orlando. Nice room to while away the hours writing lesson plans. This seems so dreary.
I watched Notes on a Scandal yesterday and found it interesting. Judy Dench is wonderous as is Cate Blanchett.
The week we return from Orlando we head out west for three weeks. I've planned some, but my hearts not in it.
My life has become moving furniture. Oh stop it now!