End of Twenty Eighteen

This will be my last post of twenty eighteen. I didn’t initially think that I had a lot to post about; but, after reflection, this year has been fairly busy. I taught two classes in the spring and another two in the fall; I visited Sweden and Denmark in late spring; read about seventeen or so books; and changed jobs, moving from Ellucian over to the Qurate Group. Oh, and I finally started to take guitar lessons! Learning to play the guitar has been a goal for quite some time.

One event that has been in my mind a lot over the past year was my estranged father passing away on October twenty-second of last year. He and I had been estranged for a very long time, approximately twenty-nine years. During that time, I only visited with him four times: once in the late eighties, once in the early nineties, and twice a few years before his death. He seemed a very strange man to me and his motivations were base from my perspective. I guess most of my thoughts surrounding my father’s passing have something to do with second guessing if I should have allowed the estrangement to continue as long as it did. It isn’t really regret, it’s something else—undefinable really.

I have a few ideas of what I want twenty nineteen to look like and some plans are already taking shape. I’ll be teaching a lot in the coming spring semester; that’s for certain. Other plans are more fluid, so I’ll comment on them at a later time. That’s about all I have to write about. I wish whoever is reading this a happy and safe Christmas and New Year’s.