On desiring organization:
I have an email inbox of 4460+ emails. I just sorted them by alphabetical order and deleted about 200 totally superfluous, not-real emails in the A's. Blog comments mostly. From Austin, Azucar, Abby, AmyJune, and Alice. I did not delete any actual emails from actual people. I still intend to respond to those. Um, even the ones from 1999. Thanks.
On the opera:
A generous and beneficent soul gifted us really great tickets to the Utah Symphony/Utah Opera. Really great tickets. He is a generous and kind soul. We cannot use the ones for next Wednesday, March 18: The Marriage of Figaro. Which is a shame, because we saw this performed at BYU and it was spectacular. We'd love to see it again. Please say you'll take someone to the opera next Wednesday night so these really great tickets don't get wasted. Also, it is an embarrassment to my culture, but one-third of the audience will walk in after the performance has begun. Please take my two tickets, and get there on time, or even (gasp) a little early. I want you to have them. It starts at 8, I think. It's a school night. I want you to use these tickets. Maybe for any of my kidless friends out there?
I went today. It was my third time ever, and my fourth, fifth, and sixth times on the lift. I'm getting better. Isaac my five-year-old still kicks my trash, I'm pretty sure, mostly because he doesn't know enough to be afraid. He was offering all kinds of coaching tips before I went: "Mom, do french fries and pizza slices." I can go decently fast now, but I still feel extremely more comfortable when I zig-zag down the mountain rather than head straight down. Everyone else just goes straight down. And don't talk to me about the higher lifts or about the Blue Squares. I'm a Green Circles kind of girl, for now. Did I mention I'm getting better?
While taking this class adds the littlest bit of stress to my life, I've decided I like it and am glad I've been learning the basics. I could potentially continue on to higher-level classes, because I like the subject and I like that my brain grasps it, intuitively. I'm hovering in a solid A- range right now. Which is okay because I'm a bad student, and by that I mean lazy and inclined to procrastinate, and sometimes falling asleep in class. Speaking of sleep, last night at an hour at which we should have been long asleep, Steve and I were deep in discussion about confidence levels and margins of error. I think he didn't really care, but he kept asking questions until he got it, because he knows it was something I'm interested in talking about, and I love him for that.
On dishes and laundry:
I'd rather not do them, ever. Sometimes I just pretend they don't exist.
On Stephanie and Christian Nielson:
I am so thrilled they are alive. I got to talk to Christian yesterday for a while, and today I saw a glimpse of Stephanie outside with her children as we drove by. They are beautiful, beautiful people, and I wish them every ounce of health and happiness.
Steve thinks we should buy me one so I don't use his so much. I used to think that was crazy talk, but after my monopolization of his computer tonight after he specifically told me he wanted it, I humbly offer to him my apology, and say, okay, if you really want me to have my own.