Winter Blues... but the sap may be rising...

 



And here we are, Monday again. 

The news cycle is toxic, and I spent far too much time reading and watching video this weekend. I feel like my brain needs a purge. 

This is Winter Carnival Week at school-- dress-up days every day, games on Thursday afternoon and Friday. Today, the dress-up day is "white lie"-- I am not participating this time around, because I didn't want to go buy a plain white tee shirt to write on. The idea is to write a small untruth about yourself on your tee shirt and wear it. 

Nah. I live it every day. 

Lately, I've been feeling a little less of an imposter in the AP world, but it still hovers around me. And the poetry world-- yeah, I'm never going to be comfortable, or so it seems. Wife? Mother? Memere? I do my best, but I know I'm not ever going to measure up. I am just a short, round, grumpy old English teacher who is disappointed in the way the world is a mess. Unfortunately, I tend to see the world from that point of view more often. 

Maybe it's the winter blues. 

Holly's still sick with Flu A (grosssss), but Meg was able to shift her schedule a smidgen and she is able to be home with her today and tomorrow for part of the day. That's a huge relief. Refer back to my rant the other day about the lack of child care. At least Tim can get to work, and so can G and I. 

Good stuff: it's ten above zero this morning. G and I were just talking about how, maybe this week, there will be a sap run. Cold nights, days above freezing-- it's a good sign. I don't ever get that comfortable with "early signs of spring" though; it's happened more than once we've had a snow storm in early May. We ain't out of it yet.

That all said, I'll take any little breather there is, whether it's professionally, personally, or the weather. This winter has been a bit of a slog. 

I hope you have a good day. Find a bright sunny spot if you can and soak up the warmth. Hold your loved ones close.

C

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