Tuesday, June 18, 2024
I Tried
Monday, June 17, 2024
Happy Father's Day
Wednesday, June 12, 2024
Ugh
I'm resting.... as if I could do anything else.
I'm tired but can't fall asleep.
I'm shivering then sweaty.....but do you really need to read this?
I do feel marginally better with the Paxlovid, Advil, Robitussin, and more water than I've ever downed before.... did I mention I'm constantly thirsty.
Oh, TBG tested positive too.
I'll post when I can, but I'm taking everyone's advice to be kind to myself and rest.
Thanks for caring.
Monday, June 10, 2024
COVID
Friday, June 7, 2024
Taking Care
Linda's comment yesterday hit home.
Why am I still so hard on myself?
Let's blame it on the parenting and move on, shall we?
I always want to do my best, to be my best, to be better than I was yesterday. In high school we knew exactly where we stood in the pecking order; I graduated 42nd in my class of 700, and I know who was 10th and who was 50th and who was 4th and a few others.
It's silly to care about something that happened 55 years ago, but I do.
In living up to expectations of excellence, I was taking care of myself. No one was ever disappointed so there were no opportunities for calumny.
Doing well also opened the door to opportunities in the future. I knew that then and I know that now.
When a friend's mother let her stay home from school for a mental health day, I thought it was at least immoral if not illegal. Back then, there was no such thing as self-care unless it involved tweezers.
But now there is, and I embrace it. I'm all about days in the comfy chair with good light and a good book and ordering food. There are times when the planless days of Pandemica are remembered with fondness. I stay away from the school garden when it's too hot or rainy or I just don't feel like going.
I don't feel guilty about any of that.
But writing The Burrow every weekday is a commitment I've made to myself and to you. I've held to it since April 14, 2009. That's 4,368 times I've managed to live up to expectations, to be good to those around me, by delivering what I promised.
That's an achievement that gives me great pleasure and pride and astonishment, that speaks to who I am and who I want to be, that feels like a warm hug to myself whenever I click Publish.
If I am AWOL, I should apologize. Good manners are part of our social contract (see our polite comment sections when politics are discussed). Being polite feels good. Being told to be kind to myself feels good.
It's nice when all these things that feel good conflate..... and create a blog post when nothing else came to mind.
Thanks, Linda
Thursday, June 6, 2024
I'm Abashed
Wednesday, June 5, 2024
Unanchored
It's like this the first week of every summer.
What day is it? comes out of my mouth more than one.
School's out of session and I'm flummoxed. Without structure beyond Pilates three times a week, I'm not beholden to anyone for anything. I'm committed to Mahjong on Friday mornings, but I'm not required to attend.
I have a dental appointment Thursday afternoon; it's the only non-recurring event.
Survivor and Bachelor and Oak Island are on summer break, too. That's how TBG kept track of the days so he's no help at all.
I'll figure out how to think about it and where to put my energies now that the outdoors is inhospitable for most of the day. I'm sure of that.
For today, though, I wanted to write about feeling untethered. l I thought it might help.
Hmmmmmm....... not so far...........