Random Daydreams

Lately in the marginal spare time I have managed to scrounge together I've been doing a lot of daydreaming. I realize that this is a procrastination mechanism for me, so you needn't remind me of that fact, however, it's been quite enjoyable to look up real estate listings in Ireland.

On a more useful front, however, I've been dreaming about a new laptop - something that I could use in the living room while Joshua and I play (right now, playing with him requires only being where he can come tag up with me and/or climb all over me now and again to be sure that I'm still around.) Because sitting at my desktop in the basement isn't particularly feasible with a little boy who wants to be doing. (The nursery worker at church on Sunday let me know that, compared with the other kids his age in nursery, Joshua is very busy. I gathered from her tone that that wasn't necessarily a good thing. For all of me, I think it's great that he's active and wants to explore his world. That's how you learn. But I can see how it would be challenging with other kids to look after.) I mentioned the idea to Tim and rather than an eye roll he actually seems to think it might be a good idea - so I'm hunting about a little. Of course, I always start with el cheapo and by the time I'm finished customizing it, well, I remember why we never follow through when the laptop urge hits.

I will admit to having drooled a bit at the Apple website - but honestly, as pretty as they are and as wonderful as I'm sure they are, I just can't quite bring myself to make the jump. So it'll likely be Dell for me. (Of course, having a discount through Tim's work for Dell helps, too.)

I sent an entry off to a writing contest in late June - a little bit of torture I inflict on myself with distressing regularity. I've been dreaming off and on about hearing that they liked it since. But now the deadline for notifications has passed and I begin to realize again that really the only people who enjoy my serious writing efforts are related to me. And like other daydreams, I think perhaps that's another to shelve.

So, with reality rearing its ugly head, I suppose I should gather up the pile of research I need to read and weave into my dissertation proposal so I can send it back for another round of committee roulette. Though I'll probably let myself dream, just a little, that I came to my senses before starting this ridiculous thing and therefore wasn't obligated to at least try to see it through.