And so begins the 10 days of introspection. I haven't had enough of that the last couple of weeks apparently. I need an entire religion's worth of focus on it. And then there is the cleanse and new beginning of Yom Kippur. Will I be ready?
I feel so somber.
It is the mood of Rosh Hoshana, so it is appropriate.
I anticipate the two babies coming up soon. They are coming close... beginning to clump. One is 41 weeks. The other at 39 weeks. Both women are ripely luscious. I took pictures of one of them a couple of days ago here before her massage. They need to be Photoshop-ed (I should learn how to do that) onto a beach or something - they'll be gorgeous then.
I recently spent the early evening/sunset with about 8 families at the beach taking pictures of pregnant women and nurslings. The pictures turned out so, so beautiful. I should share some. I have releases for them all. Maybe I will. They are so inspiring, so amazingly gorgeous and loving. I should get some published. If only I had the energy and wherewithall to do the legwork to get them submitted.
My History of Psychology professor hated my term paper. He gave me 8 points out of 20. It is, by far, the lowest grade I have ever, in at least 4 lifetimes, received on a paper I have written. He said it was great "for an English Lit paper, but not for a Psych paper which should be dry and full of stats and information no one really cares about." My partner said that that would be why I will be the therapist and why he will be the teacher.
Blessedly, one of my blogfriends called the school for me this week to find out what would happen if I dropped or wigged out during the class. She learned that I could possibly re-take a couple three of the classes I got grades lower than a C in and if I got B's or higher repeating, they would replace them even as the lower grades remained on my transcript. The issue is if I get anything less than a C in any class forevermore, I cannot get into any Master's program. It's kind of an issue. 8 out of 20. That's pretty bad. sigh
The good thing is in my commentaries and responses, the class loved my writing and thought I should write articles. Small consolation, eh? Too bad they weren't grading the essay.
I'm feeling perkier writing. I've missed y'all.