I have a Friday finish. Grand baby number two will be here soon. The Mama saw the doctor yesterday and she is moving along. Both Mama and Papa have been working from home and taking lots of precautions so they can be together in the delivery room and big brother will come and stay with gramma and grampa. Thank goodness for FaceTime so their little family can be together/apart.
Like Mary I am having a hard time showing up to write these days. I think posts in my head but by the evening, when I usually write, I am worn out. Moving our school online and working from home has been full of new things to learn. This week I spent a lot of time on video calls, trying to encourage and reassure my staff. When you are in front of kids, you get immediate feedback. Teaching online, even with live class times each week, means you need to check in differently. But I am so proud of them and grateful for the way they have stepped into this new way of teaching and loving their students.
It is a strange way to head into retirement. I’m not unhappy that there won’t be one of those gatherings where the retiree sits in a chair at the front of the room and everyone talks about you. And I have also had a lot of time to think about how I want life to look after June 30 and that has been a gift. One friend said, let’s call this practice.
This happened yesterday. What could be better than a small person, on a sunny afternoon, dipping his toes into the dirt. All the memories of our girls, digging in the dirt, making forts and kitchens, using their imaginations and staying engaged for hours. It is so much fun (much needed fun) to watch him play in the same place that his mama and her sister played so many years ago. Yup, this was a much needed bit of joy.
I am grateful for the daily bits of joy I get from reading blogs. Here are a few links to places that might speak into your day:
As I was weeding today I found this sweet daffodil. I don’t remember seeing this particular color in the past. That spot of peach on the white background is wonderful.
We have had some beautiful weather this week and today I spent a few hours getting reacquainted with my backyard garden. Now that we know we won’t be returning to onsite schooling until fall, I have found my mind shifting a bit. I think I can be at my home office early and take some time during the day to do some garden tending. I’ve been revisiting the idea of a victory garden, wondering what will feed our bodies and bring #dailyjoybits into our lives. On my list so far are cucumbers, squash, beans, sunflowers, and snapdragons. And the local garden store has order ahead and curbside pick-up so that will be happening soon. Still have a few weeks of very cold overnight temps before planting can begin but I have a notebook ready to hold my plans.
I almost didn’t read this book. A friend said it would be her next read and asked if I wanted to read along with her. I checked some of the reviews and they were not stellar. But this is a good book buddy so I ordered a copy and jumped in. And it is a good story. These sentences caught my attention on the first pages:
“if discontent is your disease, travel is medicine. It resensitizes. It opens you up to see outside the patterns you follow. Because new places require new learning. It forces your childlike self back into action. When you are a kid, everything is new. You notice because you need to.” Jedediah Jenkins, To Shake the Sleeping Self
This is part of the shift I have been chasing. Wake up. Pay attention. Notice because you need to.
I will probably finish this book today and then I will have my first square on my SAH book Bingo card. One down, 24 to go!
By the way, now is a great time to order a book from your favorite independent bookstore.
I went searching for the book (which I found in an audio version at my most amazing library). And then I discovered that it began with a TED-talk so now I want you to Watch this
That was Monday and in every so tiny ways, I found myself shifting. I am working from home. I am not taking some time off. It isn’t a staycation. But the rhythm of my days does provide space to make little moments of joy. When I go downstairs to refill my water or coffee, I take a few minutes to check in with my husband and get a little kiss before I head back to the computer. And when I see those sun breaks outside, I quickly pull on my shoes and take a walk. Two or three of those shorter walks end up giving me over 10,000 steps which is amazing! And when I turn off the computer, I make a quick stop in the other upstairs room to spend some time doing yoga or Pilates. (I am so happy I didn’t set up my work space in there. I don’t think it would feel like a gift at the end of the day if I was looking at that mat for 7 hours.)
Yesterday we made some joy by having a virtual happy hour with my sister and her partner in NYC complete with chips, salsa, and margaritas.
How will you make joy today? Let’s see if can’t feel that little shift.
I am so grateful to have read Bonny’s post this morning. The last two evenings I have been fighting with my Nightshift, knitting a few rows,unraveling, starting again only to find a mistake a few rows back. I love these cheerful colors but I don’t think I am going to love this shawl. So, at some point today, I am going to unravel this project and get back to knitting hats. This is a time for knitting calm. I also need to revisit my Gideon method list. Would be good to get some things checked off that list.
On the reading/not really reading front, I won a book from a Goodreads give away! And it is the Kindle version so instant gratification. I did find that my library had the ebook version of A Writer’s Diary that Jane mentioned in her post and that has been good reading this week.
My working from home routine seems to be, working. I have been making my three things to finish list each morning and getting it all crossed off. Yesterday I put a chicken in the crock pot and took two neighborhood walks for my breaks. Our Stay Home order goes into effect tonight (not sure why they waited so long) and I am hoping it will make a difference.