This has been some week. Let’s review:
- It started with my jury-duty-that-wasn’t time downtown. I didn’t really have time to serve, but I’m still disappointed that my name didn’t even get called. I know that the point is my willingness to give my time. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. I was going to be Henry Fonda. I was going to have some impassioned dialogue about justice and truth … and we were going to do the right thing and save John Savoca’s life (Yeah. John Savoca, whoever he is … why have I always thought it was Sal Mineo who played the accused?)
- The post-cyclone situation in Burma gets progressively worse and hearing about it on the news gets more and more frustrating and upsetting, and I can’t figure out why no one can do anything.
- The earthquake in China and it’s aftershocks (most of which are big enough to really just be earthquakes in their own right), rain and landslides make me feel hideously impotent.
- A misstep from last week haunts me through this week. As students started getting ready to present their personal history projects, I asked Jorge if he’d like to present. He and Jamila had finished before anyone else. Jamila made her presentation, so I turned to Jorge. “I’d rather not.” And I said it was ok if he didn’t want to present just then … but “You’ll have to present eventually, you know.” What? Since when? Since when do I force a student to make a presentation in front of the class? I don’t know where that came from. (A throw-back to my own schooling, to be sure. It didn’t make for successful presentations or bolstered self-esteem back then, either.) I didn’t worry about it, though. I’d just reassure Jorge on Tuesday that he wouldn’t have to present if he didn’t want to … except he didn’t come to class on Tuesday. Or Wednesday. Or Thursday. And the contact number I have for him goes straight to voicemail with a voice that isn’t his. I left a cryptic message, but I doubt it hit its mark.
- I go to work Wednesday disguised as the one-eyed, one-horned, flying, purple, people-eater, taking off the head of anyone foolish enough to come near me.
- I get a really awful, accusing email from a vice president in my parent organization, giving me a dressing down for something that wasn’t my fault … and I couldn’t respond because I knew that my awful mood would have meant writing a response that I really shouldn’t send, so I just had to swallow it (yeah, take a guess what a great job I did getting that to go down).
- My Thursday morning commute brings me a closer acquaintance with death than I wanted to have. I realize that all my earlier-in-the-week whining and fussing has been exactly that: whining and fussing, that there are much more important things in the world, much more important things right on a quiet Brooklyn sidewalk. I put my ego back in its jack-in-the-box.
- I grab a quick ham sandwich from the shop on the corner near school to inhale for dinner since I’m late-late-late for class … and I proceed to get so sick that I have to let the students go home early.
- Friday I am sick to my stomach for half the day, carrying-over my ham-sandwich sickness from Thursday. So miserable that I think I’m going to have to miss out on the plans I have for the rest of the day.
- I manage to get to work and … more importantly, I get to attend K’s wedding in the afternoon and the reception last night.
- I wake up Saturday morning with all sorts of out-of-the-house plans for the day … only to find a mystery leak in my bathroom that has water all over the floor … just when my landlords are out of town for the weekend. So I spend the whole day home, hoping for a call from the (Lithuanian, not Polish) handyman-contractor guy to see if someone can come fix this thing so I can use my bathroom.
- My landlords are generous enough to tell me to just use the bathroom in their place (for which they have just (conveniently) left me a key. And, ok, yeah, that will work since I can’t use the toilet in my house … but it’s really awkward, too, especially since they have a friend coming in to walk their dogs. But of course, I did go on up when nature called. I’m just glad their friend didn’t choose just that moment to come in for the dogs! And what do I do in the middle of the night? I’m already in my pajamas, and I’m certainly not going outside and up to their house at midnight. Hmm …
And that’s just the highlight reel! (Have you noticed that I do an awful lot of exclaiming? Enough that I could be a staff writer for Rex Morgan, M.D.!)
K’s wedding was nice. She was gorgeous and soooo happy. And I finally got to see the inside of the huge church we rent our building from. (It’s lovely inside, not oppressive at all!) And tomorrow I get to go out to Westchester to see my niece and nephew perform in their school musical. That is going to be a lot of fun! My camera battery is charging even as I type this!