frail gestures

(No, I don't know how to rotate this Quicktime movie.)

I have been informed that I am a rather slow-to-post blogger. But to that I say, "Ptew!"

Seriously, though, it's mostly that there isn't much I want to recant on a public site just now. Perhaps I picked the wrong forum to express my thoughts? Deadlines for deciding on schools, or if I'm even going, loom and I'm still waiting on a few. My trust for the postal service in D.C. is shaky, so I wonder, "Did those thin envelopes get lost in the mail?"

The count is four in, three not and four to be determined. One school offered me a fair amount of money, but I wonder if I could live there. And to confuse matters, I'm training "New Guy" just now and haven't had much chance to determine whether I want to ask for a deferral. That, though, would make another decision easier: I'd probably choose the New York school, money be damned. I don't know how long I really can stay away from my parents -- though the details of that are not fit for the blogosphere.

On a lighter note, spring has sprung and the trees here are draped in small buds. I keep thinking, "CHERRY BLOSSOMS!" Little sister was in town over the weekend, on the eve of her 21st birthday. Above is a very short clip of her getting her first age-21 bracelet -- the guy at the checkin for Shamrock Fest either didn't notice or didn't care that she was two days shy.

More soon. Probably.