I don’t have a lot to talk about this week. I have gotten all the mileage out the whole I’m-leaving-Texas-Wesleyan-thing, so I don’t really want to go back to that well. I’ll have better stories after my two-day road trip out to Jacksonville, so, this is sort of a placeholder.
I’ll see you guys in Florida!
I know, mindfulness meditation is very trendy right now. And no, I’m not Buddhist, nor am I Hindu. I’m not a power CEO or a yogi. I’m just a normal guy. I have no religious connection to the practice of meditation. I just have a lot of thoughts. When I wake up in the morning, my mind is already racing.
So, we're moving to Jacksonville, Fla.
Well, we’ve already moved, sort of. We found a rent house in the San Marco neighborhood in November, which Jessica and Toby (our cat, for those who don’t know) moved into a few weeks ago so Jessica could start work at her new job before the Christmas holiday. I am still here in Fort Worth, finishing up my work at Texas Wesleyan University, where I’ve been for the last eight years, and patiently waiting for our Fort Worth home to sell.
I’ve spent the last six months worrying about every bump, jostle and chip in the house, convinced I’m about to lose every dime I ever had and that I’m a colossal dummy for even attempting to buy and maintain a home, which, of course, I am.
I first read Goodbye to a River when I was a roving reporter about 10 years ago. I was covering rural Texas for a couple of feature-length magazines, and a few of us were debating the greatest Texas books of all time. River came highly recommended.