School’s going great, and I’m doing really well in my classes. I’m one of the few long distance commuters, and one of a handful of married people, so I don’t get at all involved in the social life on or off campus. Off campus in West Philly is pretty scary after dark, so I’m in and out of there as quickly as possible. I can’t say I’ve made any real friends here yet, and I’m beginning to wonder if I ever will. The only student who ever calls me at home is looking for help on Economics homework. All the advanced mathematics classes I had to take at SUNY have made much of the program easy for me. There is a lot of quantitative analysis required, so I guess this computer engineering geek has an advantage over the prep school kids. If I could learn assembly language and advanced mathematics, I can certainly dissect and interpret a balance sheet and income statement and do the differential equations for economics in my sleep.
I’m home alone most of the time, and that’s really fine with me because I can just concentrate on my schoolwork. When Lou’s there, I tend to spend time doing things with him instead, and I just don’t get as much done. I help him out by editing his letters, reports and presentations, since he doesn’t have any staff or co-workers in his one-man consulting business. I go to bed when he does rather than stay up late studying. I’d read in bed, but it’s kind of hard to focus over the television, and to work with just one arm. My other arm is usually tied up because Louie likes his “pets.” I have totally spoiled him over the years by scratching and rubbing his head while we’re relaxing together. Now when we lay down to watch TV on the couch, he’ll put his head in my lap and nuzzle it until I start scratching. Even when he’s driving, he’ll lean over toward me, and nudge for “pets.” I think all the blood flow to his head is going to help keep his hair nice and thick. It is starting to get grey, but in an attractive and distinctive salt and pepper kind of way. He’s afraid he’s going to turn all grey and start balding like his father.
Since he is Louis William Joy, III he’s afraid of following in his father’s footsteps in a lot of ways. He doesn’t drink much because he is scared to death of becoming an alcoholic like he believes his father is. He always talks about feeling like he carries a curse from his father, but never gets very specific about exactly what that means to him. I usually just compliment him on his own self-discipline that has enabled him to achieve so much in life. His business is doing great, he’s still going up north to Pennsylvania every week, and his daily consulting rate is far higher than the salary from any of his previous jobs. He can work fewer days and make more money. I’m really proud of what he’s accomplished.
I really could use some “pets” or at least a neck rub sometimes. My neck pain and headaches are still a big problem. I’ve got all kinds of medications, and have tried just about every kind of physical therapy imaginable, but nothing seems to help, and what’s worse I now get migraine headaches as well. I’m still keeping up in school because there is no way I’m going to let my head and neck screw this up for me. Harrah’s isn’t the least interested in helping out with the medical expenses either, so I’m on my own unless we sue. I just need to stay focused on what is most important right now.
The focus at school is already shifting to finding summer internships. Recruiters come from companies all over the country, and you have to compete to get an interview slot. My choices are narrowed down to jobs within commuting distance of Wilmington, Delaware, so that makes it different for me from the majority to students who will go to wherever the best position is.