“It’s Thursday and it really feels like a Thursday. Sometimes things just work out.”
Despite the blue sky and the sun, today is winter. It is only 35°, and, with the wind, it feels much colder. I’m glad I get to continue my hibernation. I only stepped outside this morning just to get my paper and yesterday’s mail. That will be it for the day.
Yesterday I was not a sloth. I vacuumed the whole downstairs, polished and dusted. Today I will recuperate.
When I was a kid, my weekdays were regimented. I got up at the same time every day, my mother being the alarm clock. Breakfast was either cereal, oatmeal or eggs, whatever my mother wanted to make. I always drank cocoa. I never had to choose my clothes for the day. I just put on my uniform. I walked to school. We had pretty much the same subjects every day at the same time except art and music which were less frequent. The times for lunch and recess never varied. At the end of the school day, we lined up to wait for the dismissal bell. I walked home.
The strange part of all of that was I was never bored because every day felt different to me. I got to meet up with my friends, learn new things and have afternoon adventures. Life was filled with possibilities. I always knew I could do and be anything.
In Ghana, my weekdays too were regimented. I had the same breakfast every day, two eggs, toast and coffee, bad coffee but I stopped noticing after a while. I did have a choice as to what I wore, but it was always a dress. I wore sandals. I taught four English classes every day. Lunch was cut up fruit. Dinner was yam and beef in a tomato sauce and sometimes roasted chicken, cooked over a small charcoal burner, my stove of sorts. During the afternoons, after classes, I read, planned lessons and sometimes napped. The only change was on market day when I walked to town to shop.
I was never bored in Ghana. How could I be? I was living in Africa. I was surrounded by the most amazing colors, smells and foods. I had Ghanaian friends, and I had my students who often visited in the early evenings. I was an oddity being white.
Now, I don’t care if I am busy. I don’t care if my days are similar. I am enjoying being a sloth most days. Life is still filled with possibilities.
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March 22, 2024 at 1:55 pm
Hi Kat,
Today is cloudy with some rain in the forecast. We got little rain yesterday.
I took the last three days off to work on my taxes. Unfortunately, I got sick. Now I am on the mend today. Wednesday, I spent most of the day in bed sleeping. I had a case of the crud.
I like regimen. It makes life predictable and I don’t like surprises like getting sick. 🙂 Sometimes, the deity enjoys playing tricks on us.
My taxes can wait since I probably will have to send the government a large check. The last tax bill that Trump and the Republicans passed screwed the middle class taxpayers again, but they gave the wealthiest Americans another huge tax break.
March 22, 2024 at 9:54 pm
Hi Bob,
Your rain will be here tomorrow. It is expected to be torrential at times, and we could get up to 3 inches. Northern New England is expecting a lot of snow. It is only 37° here right now. That is winter!
I’m sorry you were sick. This has been the year of sickness. I’m glad you are feeling better.
I like a bit of variety in my life, a few surprises. I don’t think of sickness as a surprise, more of a curse.
I usually get back between $200 and $300 from my income tax. I have no deductibles so I can finish mine in less than an hour. This year I am going to try the free IRS site.