Amazing that it’s been almost two weeks since I’ve posted, but life lately hasn’t exactly lent itself to daily updates about the goings-on around here.
Unless you want a day-by-day account of when my back developed an attitude last week. Let’s just say there’s a reason Mamie stands watching in horror as I take out the vacuum. Perhaps if I cleaned more often it wouldn’t be such a shock to my system and hers.
Or I could tell you about weeding the garden.
Or folding laundry.
Or the rejection letters from agents on my third book.
I will say thank heaven I’m no longer teaching. A huge part of my gratitude is because I’m a retired high school teacher, and I can’t even imagine how educators are preparing on the shifting sands of this year.
Another reason I can’t conceive of working is the way my days just evaporate, with little sign they ever happened. You’d never believe I was someone who was at her desk before 7:00 am every morning after you’ve watched me fritter away an entire morning with nothing more accomplished than the dog having been walked.
Oddly, golf has been sustaining me. This is the essence of irony, since for the past three years I’ve had to rev up a running pep talk in my head every single time I drag my clubs out of the car. I’m not one of those people who is an unqualified success at every thing I try, but I’m not used to being the worst. Again and again and again.
This year, however, I’m a little less bad. And when I arrive at the city course where this league meets, it means :
I’m not in the house. I get conversation. I’m in the fresh air.
If it means my ego take a bit a bruising, then so be it.