Hello, happy Sunday, and thank you for stopping by for a bit of caffeine and catching up.
I was up before the sun this morning starting my preparations for the day, and for the rest of the week. Today is “family day”. That means I won’t have much time during the afternoon to do my usual Sunday things so I’m shifting everything either earlier to this morning or putting it off until later this evening. So, half the laundry is done and half the house cleaning too. Half the errands are run and half the reading, writing, and resting I’d planned is past too.
Now, please, pull up a chair and grab yourself a cup. The temperature outside has plummeted since yesterday and snow is forecasted to fall through the morning. I’ve got blond roast ground steeping in the French press and creamy vanilla oat milk to temper and smooth it out. Let’s talk about last week.
“Life isn’t sugarcoated. Why should coffee be?”
― Tommy Wallach, Thanks for the Trouble
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this past week was as physically draining as the last but not as bad as I worried it would be. The new class of employees started but there were less of them than we expected and we even lost a couple along the way. I’m down to just 7 now, a very manageable number and being given plenty of time to work with them for as long as I need to get them through. That takes a lot of pressure off of my mind and allows me not only to focus solely on doing the best job I can but to enjoy what I do too.
By far the worst part of the week wasn’t work, or people, or any other of life’s little everyday stresses. Instead, it was the weather that got me down. After weeks of mild and dry weather in January I got my hopes up that the weather in February would only get more and more spring like but reality has hit and hit hard. Last week alone we saw more days of snowfall than not. On Tuesday most school districts, including the one I work for went on a “delayed schedule” and on Friday we shut down entirely for a snow day.
It was nice to have the day off but I couldn’t help worrying too about how the schedule I’d put together was now in shambles. Every thing will have to be moved up a day at least and with a new class starting just after this one I’m worried about overlap. There is only so much I can juggle and still be expected to do my job well.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that though I was not a fan of the snow, I welcomed the extra day off from work. I spent much of it on the couch resting since I felt the beginnings of another throat infection coming on.
I’ve had a sore throat off and on for a week or two now but Friday morning I woke up and I knew it was full-blown. I’m having trouble swallowing and everything feels very raw and dry. I’m worried about losing my voice which seems to be the natural course of this particular strain of nastiness according if I’m judging by the coworkers who caught it before me.
So, I spent all of Saturday on the couch drinking cups of hot lemon water and honey some with whiskey added, some without. The soreness gets so bad that even breathing can feel like sandpaper against the back of my throat. Cough drops help but my stomach doesn’t like them. It’d be easier to limit myself if the ones my wife brought home didn’t taste like candy.
By Sunday I was feeling better, or I was faking it if I wasn’t. We’ve been holding onto tickets to a Colorado Ballet performance of Peter Pan for months now and I wasn’t going to let a little throat infection get in the way. We woke up early to get ready and went downtown to our favorite brunch place for live jazz and whole bottle mimosas. After brunch we walked over for the show. It was the last day of the season but there were a surprising amount of people, and children, there.
The show was wonderful. One of the best I’ve seen before so far, topped only by their Dracula and perhaps The Wizard of Oz performances from last season.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that though I had a hard work week, I did manage to make a lot of time for reading. I finished both Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez and Traffic by John Ruskin.
Love in the Time of Cholera was just okay. I loved the writing but hated almost all of the characters, just as I did with One Hundred Years of Solitude. I’m also not fond of the way Márquez includes abuse of women and children throughout his stories that don’t seem to at least further the plot or add to the story. It’s painful to read even through his brilliant and beautiful prose and I will say that knowing what I know now of the story and the ending I probably never would have picked it up. I’m working on a proper review with all the details now.
Traffic was much better but I can see that if someone wasn’t in the right mood or sympathetic to certain liberal ideas, this little book might bore them to tears. I, a stanch bleeding heart liberal, just happened to be in the right mood for a couple of essays on the evils of the wealth and greed.
Of course it wasn’t much a writing week, but it was better than the week before. I’m catching up on my journal excerpts and posts here and working on staying ahead of my regular posting schedule. Obviously I need to work out a new way of writing around my work schedule. These long hours won’t be ending anytime soon and I can’t keep counting on “next week, next week…”. I’m going to have to do more than make time. I’m going to have to demand it.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this coming week is going to be just like the last, and the week before, and the next one to come. I have this class through the rest of this week and another class starting just on the heels of it next week too. The work is hard but it’s rewarding and my pay check has never looked better so I’m okay for now.
I will have a short break. Tuesday is my first appointment at the infusion center for my new medication. I’m very nervous about it. I’m more than nervous. I’m a little scared too. My wife will be there with me though to make sure I’m safe and supported. I’m sure I will be fine but since I don’t know that for sure I took the whole day off of work to rest afterward.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the sun has gone down and my sore throat has turned into a persistent cough. If I want to have any hope of making it in to work tomorrow, I should get to bed soon. As it is, I’ll be on the couch—I want to give my wife a chance at a good night’s sleep too—which is always an uncomfortable place to sleep, but a dose of nighttime medicine should get me through.
I hope you had a good week. I hope you are well, that you’ve been able to dodge the flu, strep, and all kinds of upper respiratory and ear infections. I hope you are warm. I hope the snow isn’t piling up too high and that somewhere in your bones you can still feel the eventual approach of spring.
Until next time.