Hello dear readers! Happy Sunday, welcome, and thank you for stopping by for a bit of caffeine and catching up.
It’s good to see the sun shining today. Yesterday was so dreary and cold and wet, and all I wanted to do was stay in bed, but today is different! Today, the sun is shining! Temperatures have only just now climbed out from below freezing but the weather report promises we’ll see close to 50 degrees and the rest of the week looks even better.
My mood is much improved and I’m up early and getting ready for a late lunch with my sister and her kids just after they land here in Denver. I haven’t seen them since early summer and they are staying almost the whole week!
So, come, fill up a cup. I hope you won’t mind me darting about getting ready and cleaning as much as I can before I have to head out. I’ll open the shades and let the sun in while we sip some blond roast and talk about last week.
“I let myself go, and made myself some coffee.”— Anton Chekhov, from a letter to his sister written c. May 1890
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that last week was a long one. The weather was cold and wet and we had a few days of freezing weather and poor road conditions.
It’s hard-working on a school bus in the winter. So much is out of your control and the ones who suffer are the kids waiting in the cold and arriving late to school. You do your best but it’s never enough in the winter. You just have to be grateful that everyone made it safe. That’s all that matters on days like that.
The week was also long because it’s the last full work week before Thanksgiving break. We had our big Thanksgiving potluck and I decided to (or was guilt-tripped into) bring a Bacon Brie Crescent Wreath. I never like cooking for these potlucks, there’s just too much pressure to make it perfect or you will be judged harshly by the people you work with every day, but I’m happy to report that my contribution was a success. Everyone liked it and I was glad I made two just in case.
The district is open just two days next week and for the most part, they will be easy days, but with my sister in town though I decided to take the whole week off to be with her and the rest of my family instead. Luckily, I work for a place that encourages taking time for yourself and I don’t have to feel guilty one bit for doing what is right for me.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that writing-wise this past week was the best I’ve had in a long time. It could have been better, but I’m trying not to beat myself up for failing, again, to send out a newsletter, or for not finishing that one particular draft that has been plaguing me since last April.
Instead, I’m praising myself for finishing my contribution to The Writing Cooperative’s November Challenge on Medium, “Thank You for This Second Chance“. It’s a pretty personal piece and I would love if you guys would check it out, leave some feedback, and hit the “clap” button at the bottom to let me know you enjoyed it.
I also finished the first post for my new personal blog. To be honest, I finished it early last week but wasn’t quite ready to make the switch yet. There were a few more design tweaks I needed to make and there are still quite a few content decisions to make too but I think it’s time to move.
Going forward I may be over there more than I am here and this place will become less and less about me personally and more about philosophy, mindfulness, the human condition, and how to cope with existence, the things Zen and Pi was always supposed to be about.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that Thanksgiving has never been one of my favorite holidays. I mean, I do love being with family, and the idea of taking time to be grateful is great. I love all the good food and the drinks, and the pies especially, but outside of that, Thanksgiving means nothing at all to me.
But I think that’s what it means to most people nowadays too. I think we’ve all outgrown the story of the Native Americans and the Pilgrims feasting together in a show of unity and gratitude. Whether or not the story is true we all know how the story of the settlers and the Native American’s ends and that horrific story leaves no place for celebration.
So, I choose to simply reflect on what I am grateful for, the people in my life, the privileges I enjoy, the hard work I have put in, and the compassion of others that has led to every good thing I have in my life.
I reflect too, on our shameful history and the Native Americans who lost their lives and their land and how their history has been forgotten, whitewashed and replaced by feel-good stories like the ones we were taught in school about the first Thanksgiving in American history.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that it’s about an hour out from my sister’s plane landing. If I want to have any hope of being ready in time to see her I had better get going now.
I hope you had a good week and that your coming week and holiday, will be stress-free. I hope you have good food and plenty of loved ones around you to eat it with. I hope you have plenty to be grateful for.
Until next time, take care of yourself, okay?
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Written for the #WeekendCoffeeShare link-up hosted by Eclectic Alli