Not So Great

I don't usually blog about such matters (and it may be that I will decide to take this post down), but can I just say there is a guy out there who is making me sad tonight. I feel like getting that out there into the universe, out of me. I already told a bus driver tonight that I was upset about something, by way of apologizing for forgetting to ring the bell for my stop until he was practically on top of it. He said, shaking his head, but kindly, "You have to be careful." Because I could tell he was kind, I then confided that I was upset. He said something immensely comforting--I can't even remember the exact words, but it was something like, "Every day is different--some days are up, some are down," and he gestured with his hands as if he were weighing something, one hand up, one hand down. I said, "Thank you, I know."

Then I came home and talked on the phone with one of my wise and caring friends, who listened and told me I wasn't crazy, that my feelings made sense. I told her I knew things were working out the way they were supposed to, that clearly I'm not meant to be with this guy (given the way things have been going), but that it's still hard to be disappointed and to have someone change their mind, and their behavior.

Then I unfroze some food I made the other night and watched a really depressing movie--Revolutionary Road. At least it took my mind off my problems, temporarily.

I am also worried and upset about my father, who is 88 and not in great shape and should probably not be living alone any more, but is resistant to most things we suggest to help him. Like getting meals delivered.

On the bright side, I did a headstand in yoga for the first time the other day. Pretty exciting.

I am trying to practice patience, and acceptance.

Super Duper Weekend Ahead

Heading to Chicago tomorrow to see two different sets of friends. Activities to include going out dancing, staying in a nice hotel, going out to Wrigley Field for a ball game, a barbecue, long walks, and lots of gab. Oh, and somehow my frequent-flyer miles that I am using for the trip enabled me to score a seat in first class one way. First time ever for me. I am PSYCHED! One of my co-workers said, sternly, "No sleeping on the plane. You have to be awake to soak up every moment of that first-class experience." Since I am permanently sleep-deprived and even more so right at the moment and not likely to get much sleep tonight, it may be hard to follow her instructions. Maybe I'll bring some toothpicks to prop my eyelids open.

See ya on the flip side....

Monday As It Winds Down . . . .

Today I went to work, taught my evening class, came home (which takes us to about nine p.m.), and graded half of one set of the two sets of papers I was planning to give back tomorrow, the last night of class. I can finish the one set during my lunch hour tomorrow. The other one? Don't know, but I have to go to bed.

Just keeping in touch with y'all. :)

Weekend Activities in Very Few Words

Family wedding with my sister yesterday, which was Saturday. Fun but exhausting. It involved traveling by commuter railroad with cabs on both ends of the trip. Lots of dancing. Emotions. Negotiating the uncomfortable shoes and the dressy clutch purse that is crammed to the hilt but still can't hold everything you need.

My sister stayed over at my apartment last night, which was fun, and today we, and my nephew, took my older brother out for his birthday, which was earlier this week. I have been returning to bed for long naps--before we went out today and after--but I still feel like I am walking around under water.

I did manage to finish grading the midterms (see previous post), though now I have two other sets of papers to grade and give back in the next couple of days, before class ends on Tuesday. Then a trip next weekend for which I would like to prepare. So I am a little stressed, but I know somehow everything will get done.

That's all.

Tonight's news. . . .

Temperatures are slightly down outside and should be better tomorrow, finally. And fortunately no blackout last night, although I did get one of those automated calls from Con Ed telling me to shut off all nonessential appliances, including my beloved air conditioner. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Today I went to work, then taught my class. Only seven out of 12 students showed up tonight. The heat and the heavy reading load is finally getting to them, I think. I readjusted the reading schedule for the remaining few days of class and let them out early.

I have not been able to get to a yoga class for a couple of weeks because of my heavy teaching schedule. But tonight I did the twenty-five-minute "power yoga for flexibility" workout at home with a DVD. It felt good.

I have promised my students their midterms back tomorrow but I think I am going to have a yogurt and go to bed. I have broken many of those types of promises.

That's all for now.

In case you were wondering . . .

Here I am, still kicking. Into Week 5 of the six-week summer teaching gig, which is a second job for me, in the evening, and much more intense than teaching during the school year since the summer courses meet every night except Friday. I am loving it. Good students, only twelve of them. My day seems to come into focus when I get ready to see them at 5:45 every night to continue talking about the novels we have been reading. It's addictive in a good way.

Still, it is something of a marathon. And the temperatures in the big city are broiling hot. I am pleased to be home after the long day, enjoying the air conditioning.

Uh-oh, was that a light flickering? May be time to shut one of the ACs.

Will keep you posted.