My weekend was a total bust. I woke up Thursday with a fever, and a throat so sore I was sure I’d tried sword swallowing in my sleep. Many of our students have coughs, runny noses, and need hugs and hand holding and noses wiped . . . all my specialties. I went to school Thursday despite my illness, knowing we were super short-staffed due to illness. I did not go to work Friday; I spent the next three days on the couch napping and binge watching Friends From College, Jack Whitehall: Travels with my Father, and looking at homes for sale. (I thought I wanted to downsize, however, there are no homes in our price range better than the one we’ve lived in for 18 years now, so we are putting that off for now).
We had to cancel our Friday night dinner date with band friends (friends we met while our kids were in Corona marching band). Fran and I had planned weeks ago for nine of us to dine at Ghost Ranch, a new, upscale New Mexican restaurant a mile from our house. Susan tells me they toasted to my improved health at dinner, which I think is the sweetest thing ever! Hubby chose to stay home with me, to make sure I was okay (also the sweetest thing). Saturday we were supposed to do a mountain hike and later, cocktails with my brother and SIL, but instead we ordered in pizza and wings from Barro’s, and I dozed on the couch. I hate being sick. What a waste of a weekend! I’m just lucky my cough didn’t last long, and I only had to miss one day of work.
In better news, the weather in Tempe has been BEAUTIFUL! Lovely cold nights, vibrant sunsets, and sweater days. I have a whole dresser full of awkward sweaters I’ve accumulated over the years—I’ve been wearing the worst ones to school in order to get a thumbs up or a thumbs down, hoping to clear out the worst ones. (Thanks to the friends who gave me honest opinions–I told Gwen I thought the one I was wearing made me look “lumpy” and she started us laughing until we were crying.) Okay, that one goes to Goodwill! Seriously, I own too many clothes, and am always trying to donate the chaff. Every December when I buy a calendar for the new year, I thumb through to November, where I immediately write in large red letters, “Do not buy any new sweaters! You already own too many!” Last month when I looked in Patrick’s old dresser at all the odd sweaters, I nodded in agreement, and I thank last year’s Mary for her wisdom!
I’m sure some of you narrowed your eyes when I just said, “when I buy a calendar for the new year.” I do. I really do. Every year, I buy a glossy calendar at Costco that has large squares into which I can write important events. This way everyone in the family can look in the calendar drawer and see what’s going on: concerts, family dinners, vacations, medical appointments. I assure you I am aware that there are shared family calendars on the Web . . . but does my entire family need to know every time I have a haircut, meet friends for happy hour, have a staff meeting, or get a bikini wax? I think not, so I choose to be old fashioned. Plus, isn’t it kind of nice once in awhile to be “off the grid?”
This is a very boring blog entry, however, my goal tonight was to distract myself from the HORRIBLE NOISE in the next room which is Hubby watching the State of the Union address . . . . which I am completely loathe to listen to. Hubby feels it’s imperative to be informed. I feel like it would just make me sooooo mad. I will gleefully listen to the Democratic rebuttal, which happens any minute. This night has always been sacred in our home, even when our children were small, be the President Blue or Red. We all would watch and listen and later, discuss. I can only hope that very soon, we will be able to watch with hope and pride again.