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The Distracted Woman's Daybook (36)

The Distracted Woman's Daybook
(idea based on one by Peggy Hostetler; concept revision by Angie Brennan; other changes are mine)

my 'Mad Men Yourself' iconIn my front yard... is a light dusting of powdery snow that apparently fell in the wee hours between midnight and 5 a.m. today. As far as my property is concerned, there's nothing between this new stuff and the grass: the entire two-foot accumulation from the blizzard of a few weeks ago had already melted in the string of warmer days that followed it. Oh, the plows created a few massive snow piles in parking lots and common areas, and those have been shrinking more slowly (especially now that we're down to freezing temperatures). But for the most part this new dusting is nothing on top of nothing.

So why were my classes canceled today?

Around the house... is clutter, but I have been given notice by life (circumstances, fate, whatever) that most of it must be gone within two weeks. The water department is coming to change my meter (which is located in the basement), and the place has to look respectable if strangers are to enter.

In the kitchen... are, I think, some healthier choices than I've been living on lately. I decided to make diet my Lenten discipline, to Number Three Son's enthusiastic approval (I am not going to think very deeply about that), and I am trying to be mindful of everything I eat. Reigning in the carbs (esp. sugar) is going to be a definite challenge.

I am pondering... the claim that "there are two sides to every story." I'm pretty sure it's a bogus claim, and for a couple of reasons. First, why stop at *two* sides? There are undoubtedly *many* stories -- compatible, complementary, and/or conflicting -- that can be told about the same "raw facts." Indeed, there are always as many stories as there are humans to contextualize said facts (all experience being interpreted experience).

But, more importantly, surely not all stories are equal. Just saying.

I am hoping... that if I lose a little weight, my knee will stop hurting. It's not in awful pain, but naturally I would prefer it to be in no pain at all.

I am learning... not to worry about things. I'm not sure whether it's on account of trusting God more, or simply becoming more and more convinced that a lot of things don't matter.

Okay, I'm actually pretty sure it's the second one. But, whatever. Worry is a drag, so anything that has me worrying less is good, right?

I am thankful for... being able to afford the whopping doctor bills I just got slapped with. Despite everything I pay for insurance, I still have a massive deductible. Cortisone shots to the knee (remember that?) are, it turns out, rather expensive. I shall not be having another any time soon.

I am wearing... work clothes -- blue trousers & a really cute pink twinset. Of course, it would be pyjamas if I'd checked the forecast before leaving the house (yes, that's right; I was already on the barely-snowy road before I heard the announcement on the radio that all the local colleges had decided to close in anticipation of worse conditions).

I am creating... nothing much. Okay, I guess we could count the new test materials that I've been putting together for my classes. I've had to come up with them on account of changing text books this semester, and I suppose a *little* creativity is required. But not much. I need some art in my life, stat.

I am going... to a concert for my (milestone-ish) birthday this year, with Sons Two and Three. It's that Star Trek 50th Anniversary Tour, in which a live orchestra plays from all the TV and film scores while beloved images are projected to a big screen. Call me geek-y, but I'm pretty excited. I'm a little older than Star Trek, but not much, so we will celebrate middle age together.

I am reading... Karamazov, but only a little.

I've been watching... well, yesterday afternoon it was Michael Moore's new movie, Where to Invade Next, in which he mock-invades a bunch of (mostly European) countries and "claims" some of their really good ideas (regarding education, prisons, the war on drugs, health care, and the like) for the U.S. I quite enjoyed it, but it was a kinder, gentler MM -- possibly too gentle for his serious fans, while still too liberal for those who don't like him, so that it won't make an in-your-face splash like some of his other flicks. Still, it was good to see him back in action after a hiatus of six years.

I've been listening to... my Hamilton CD. The George Washington in Miranda's version of the story is my new favorite take on the Father of our Country.

I am looking forward to... summer, already. Don't judge me.

One of my favorite things... is cooking. I kinda wish I had someone to cook for. Then again, when would I find the time?

My plans for the rest of the week... include re-working my syllabi to account for the snow day. Also, de-cluttering for the water meter man.

A quote question for today... from Hamilton: "Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?"

Here is a song I am sharing with you... Okay, it's two songs, both from Hamilton. First, from Act I, "The Story of Tonight" (Hamilton and his buddies Lafayette, Laurens, & Mulligan get ready for revolution). Then, from the end of Act II, "Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?" (Alexander's widow Eliza & company give an epilogue to his story). Spoilers, but nothing your high school American History class mightn't already have spoiled you for.





(Crossposted to Dreamwidth)
 

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