Yesterday I wrote my 1500th post, and that doesn’t include all the ones I’ve deleted over the years!
I finished sewing the last four masks yesterday, and put away my sewing machine for a little while. Not for long, but I wanted to be able to get to stuff on the shelves behind it.
Started telework again today, but there is not much to be done right now, knock wood, because I’d like to ease into the semester. Late January through April is my busiest time at work. Right now I’m working on planning next year’s class schedule, which is tricky because the university totally revamped their general education requirements, and we don’t know how that is going to affect our enrollments. Graduate student application season is starting this month, with Jan. 15 as the deadline for PhD students and Feb. 1 for MA students. I’ve learned that there is not much point in dealing with these before the deadlines, since so many people submit on the very last day.
Even though my work is busy this time of year, it is work that I enjoy.
Last night it seemed like I was going to fall asleep before midnight, and I tried counting down from 50 and visualizing going down steps that ended in a beautiful relaxing place. I was getting there but somehow my brain then decided it was a good time to begin writing my autobiography. I went over my earliest memories, then how much I remembered from elementary school. (Lots from 1st and 4th grades, almost nothing from 2nd and 3rd grades.) I was baffled that some years seem so blank to me. I don’t even remember what bedroom I slept in when my grandparents moved in with us. Was that when we turned the garage into an apartment? Did they sleep out there? Later, after my grandfather went to live with my uncle, I shared a bedroom with my grandmother and my brother slept in the garage. I adored her.
I wish that I had taken photos of the insides of both of my grandparents’ houses and my parents’ house. I tried to remember the details of the rooms. I could not turn off the flow of memories. And for once, Pablocito slept in the front room all night and didn’t bother me once. What a wasted opportunity! Finally I took a Xanax at 2 a.m. Honestly, I am trying! I got up early, fed the cats, made coffee, checked my work emails, dealt with a few of them, then took a nap. So happy not to be at the office on days like today!
Today is supposed to be my last day on Flickr Pro. It will be interesting to see what happens.
slowly she turned 
I also wish I had photos of the rooms in houses I lived in as a child. Our bedroom- all three siblings shared one very small narrow room- had bird wallpaper. I must have stared at it all the time- because I often try and “see” it in my memory. But I can’t. I can actually walk thru that house and the next. visually seeing it. I have photos of the yard and garden. I loved being out there with my grandmother.
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My dreams about my childhood home all take place before 1979, before the last remodel and I graduated. So I have visions of the old kitchen, den, etc. from then. My mama’s little art studio was in a tiny room with the washing machine. In my mind I can still see the shelves on the wall. I don’t think we had a dryer then. Even if we had had digital cameras then, it would never have occurred to anyone that room was worthy of a photograph. But it was.
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