Recovery from my wrist surgery was a bit more intense than I expected; although I had the best-case scenario. I’ve been trying to keep up with work because so much has been happening. Basically, people have been acting of their own accord, not really understanding the consequences.
It’s a snow day for Boop today, but I still have to work. I’m
planning to take time off to try to help Boop with the Christmas tree. I’m
having to do everything with my left hand, which leaves me with some gnarly
muscles spasms in my left shoulder when I guard my other hand. That said, Boop
does her best to help serve as an extra arm. She’s learning things. Maybe she’ll
gain an appreciation for some of the things I do. Like making quesadillas: Boop
lives on adrenaline and quesadillas, never mind that her quesadillas are
essentially bean and cheese burritos. I was coaching her through the steps to make
quesadillas. She explained that I needed to respect the proper ratio of beans
to cheese, or it would otherwise be a “cheese abomination.” Yes, she is still 9
years old. And we are still working through plenty of food issues.
A cheese abomination is kind of emblematic of my life, I guess.
Everything is out of balance, with not much control. I’ve been having nightmares
about babies and animals that wind up in my care because others are neglecting
them. In a recent dream, I felt like Old Mother Hubbard: I went to the cupboard
to feed the pups, only to find that all I had were boxes and boxes of saltines.
I keep getting more and more projects and trainees, and I can’t give them the
appropriate energy they require. And much like the saltines, I might be a bit salty about it!
In the meantime, I'm guessing that I've hurt someone's feelings. If that's you, and you're reading this, I'm sending you all of the good thoughts and wishing you a Merry Christmas and all of the other good winter holidays. I remind myself that we'll get through this. After all, 2022 is anotha day year!
