Raise your hand if you use the voice-to-text app on your phone. I certainly do, and while it’s quicker than typing, oftentimes my words are “misheard” and can lead to very confusing text messages. One time I mistakenly texted our daughter, “Please check your ass again,” and to our oldest son, I texted, “Has your new brother arrived?” I can’t recall what I actually said to my phone, but to these texts my children usually respond with a “WHAT???”
Yesterday I could not find a box of Allegra D that I’d just purchased. My friend Fran told me to buy the “good stuff” that has the decongestant, the one you have to sign for at the pharmacy window and swear you’re not cooking meth. After I searched the house, it finally occurred to me perhaps William had taken it to college with him and yep, that’s where it went. This is where the voice to text gaffe happened:
Me: Did you try the pills? I think you should only use them when you’re super snuggly.
William: Have not tried them yet. I’m not usually very snuggly though so it might be a while.
Me: *snuffly* !!!!!
Him: Oh alright then that makes more sense.
Lately, I’ve been super snuffly (and snuggly) but have decided to enjoy the good weather while I can, boogers be damned. Three times last week I hiked, twice at a new spot my friend Lois showed me which is a loop of the Desert Classic trail south of the big entrance at Pima Canyon. It’s hidden in a neighborhood, and we practically had the place to ourselves. I’m going again tomorrow with gal pals and am excited to show them this quiet mountain where yellow wildflowers bloom amongst the jumping cholla, saguaros, and red-tipped ocotillo.
I subbed two days last week in the early Fours class and had truly delightful days surrounded by adorable children and teachers. My bucket felt full. Both days I baked yum-yums to leave in the kitchen for hungry teachers, but both times, my recipes failed enough that I sent the baked goods to work with Hubby instead. (Those IT engineers will eat anything!) The first recipe was a tried-and-true carrot cake recipe from Susan Branch, however, I decided to bake it in muffin form. Well. The muffins were so sticky, you could barely get them out of the cupcake papers–plus they looked, well, too shiny. The second recipe was a NY Times ginger cookie. Shame on me for not using my Grandma Summer’s fabulous gingersnap cookie recipe which always works out perfectly. This recipe produced flat cookies that tasted good, but looked terrible. Hubby took those to work as well.
Last week I attended the first class of six studying a book by Louise Hay called, You Can Heal Your Life. We meet a mile from my house and the class only cost $100. The teacher is a spiritual life coach and was recommended to me by two friends. While I certainly don’t feel like my life needs healing, I thought it would be nice to meet some new people and to explore a new philosophy–I’m always trying to figure out ways to make my life work better. This subbing job is not working out for me—I’m spending way too much time home alone, feeling lazy and not useful. This week’s homework is to make a goal and then create an affirmation to be repeated 400 times (!) each day. My week’s goal is to make this job situation work for me, or find a new job, or start writing the novel I wrote in my head. So my mantra for the week is “I am following my bliss” which is shorthand for, “please, oh please, Universe, guide me to what it is I’m supposed to be doing every day which will feel rewarding and get me out of the house doing meaningful work.” It all feels, well, a bit silly, but I plan to give it my full attention and see what happens. Who know? Maybe I’ll find my bliss.