“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.” Arundhati Roy
I ate strawberry shortcake for breakfast with homemade scones. It was delicious. I know I eat weird stuff for breakfast sometimes, but strawberries and a biscuit doesn’t seem too odd to me. At work one of my Karen students comes in. I call her Little Clown. She could also have the nickname Mother Hen but she does that with the other students, with me she is Little Clown. Yesterday I gave her a blanket my Mom had sewed for a friend’s baby a couple years ago, it has been in my closet since then. It wasn’t what I wanted so I asked my Mom to make something a little nicer, but then here I had this small blanket. I knew that Little Clown’s mother had just had a baby so I gave it to her. She gave me a note, sealed in an old utility company envelope, inside drawn and written on the back of some junk mail was a picture of me and a picture of her with her little brother. It said. Dear Ms. Gregory (Der, Ms. Rgrgy) I love you. My family we are your family. (Me fam we fam). Dude really, little tear. I join the kids in the ESL classroom they are having a little party for all the work they did with testing last week. I go in and all the kids are so sweet, oh please sit down. Have some strawberries, look there is a plate there for you. I help pass out the food and have class in just a moment, so I have to go. As I leave I blow kisses, they each blow a kiss to me in turn waiting for me to blow one back.
Later the kindergarteners come in and ask for Cheekzilla. I tell them he has gone to the beach, that he was wearing a bikini with cupcakes on it, he had sunscreen and a straw hat, and a lunch bag full of cheeks and pink lemonade. That he was wearing a pair of flip flops this big (big foot sized). They sat eyes wide as I told the story. The believed every word.
Seriously I love my job some days.
I get home and run my daughter to the bank, stopping to buy her and the dog ice cream. I get a soy iced caramel mocha. I look back at the dog while my daughter is driving and I see this glassy eyed half asleep look, he can barely sit, his front legs collapsing under him. What is wrong buddy I say before I realized he is completely stoned on painkillers. Yesterday he had dental surgery and a lumpectomy. I teased my daughter that when she stepped on the brakes it shouldn’t be like she was trying to squash a cockroach. She giggled and then cracked up, I love the way her whole face crinkles up into a hundred dimples and creases when I get her to laugh like this.
I went to yoga for the first time since January. I wasn’t even recognized by one of the regulars, my hair is so different. Wow was I stiff, my hamstrings were so tight, which is not tight compared to the average person mind you. I can bend over and touch my hands flat on the floor, usually. It was good to be there tonight it was a small group. Dick was in good spirits today and between my friend Sarah and I we were teasing him so much. I love how he laughs when I tease him too. He mock complained at one point threatening to expel me, but Sarah defended me saying that teasing was a sign of affection, which Dick and I have discussed on numerous occasions. I also did what I believe is called King Pigeon. Pigeon with a back bend and taking your back foot in hand. I had to use a strap for my foot, but it was really a lovely pose. Once home I rode my bike for 4.5 miles. Then walked stitches in the belly boy for a half mile. Would have gone the other half but it was starting to lightning into the light rain, so I decided against it.
There is no insight for me today to share with the world. Sometimes life is about the everyday, this day was a good one.