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April 10, 2008
Now This Is More Like It
For the first time in I don't know how long, I stumbled tiredly into the living room this morning and looked out the windows to see absolutely no snow on the ground. I was beginning to lose hope, to believe that the winter of 2008 would just continue on forever and ever and ever. Despite, mind you, the emerging tulips and daffodils and allium and foxtail lillies and scilla and croci and leafbuds everywhere. Because the snow wasn't paying any attention to them, which meant that maybe I should ignore them too.
Thank goodness things are settling down in the rest of my life now, just as the weather is warming up to work outside temperatures, because I have to clean out the flowerbeds closest to the house and get some stuff (like the rosebush that is trying to eat the front porch and the tree it's protecting) in order. We want the messy, tumbled cottage look, not the "people who live hear eat small children and the occasional pet" look.
Speaking of which, short of actually killing and eating it, anyone have any ideas about how I can keep the neighbor's cat OUT OF MY DAMN YARD? All it does is poop in my flowerbeds and distress our cats, who have lived indoors their entire lives. Well, except for the bits before they lived with us. We have a couple of once-upon-a-time outsiders.
Okay. I need to go to school. I don't want to. I announced to Dave this morning when I took his coffee to him (because I'm all housewifely like that) that I don't want to teach today. I want to go to Mexico! Said with a very defiant stance, hands on hips, feet flat. Nobody listened. Well, Dave did. But I didn't see him getting on the phone and buying me a plane ticket while offering to teach my classes today. Mmmm... warm sun, warm sand, warm water, good food. I want to lie on a beach during the day and rescue sea turtles at night (yes, I do know it's the wrong time of year for that) and have someone else cook all of my meals for me. That is so clearly not happening.
On the other hand, I get to do THIS this summer while Dave is working like a madman in the local summer rep. I'm very excited about it. I registered early this week, after playing phone tag with the person in charge of adult programs there. I was so nervous that they wouldn't have room for me, given that the class is only fifteen people, but they did. And now I'm registered. I'm going to come back with so many cool ideas and techniques. Eeeeeeee! I get all wriggly on the couch just thinking about it.
In the immediate moment, however, I need to get my butt off the couch. I've got three and a half more weeks of teaching a full load and then I get the summer more or less off, followed by dropping down next fall to a schedule where I co-teach two classes and maybe a series of workshops so I can do art (like bookbinding!) (and scarves!) (and masks!) (and acting!). If I can't go to Mexico immediately, I guess looking forward to a--hopefully--more balanced schedule will keep me moving for the next little while. Besides. Once I get into the classroom, I actually do enjoy teaching. My issue of the moment is that I just don't want to leave the house.
Posted by sally at April 10, 2008 08:17 AM
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