Of Reality and Hard Decisions

 

Good Morning!

Good Morning!

Today was the beginning of Week Two in Nyel’s program: Twelve Weeks of Immobility. We are beginning to sort out some of the logistics – things that the two of us can manage together, and the things that one wimpy woman can do to make life easier for a six-foot-plus man with a gazillion pound cast from groin to sole on his left leg. And, of course, the things that we cannot do.

As in what was I thinking when I said I could teach a ten-week course at Grays Harbor College this fall? Granted, it’s only once a week for two hours – three counting my commute time to and from Ilwaco. But even so, depending upon neighbors and friends to be here or even counting on the fact that Nyel won’t have a doctor’s appointment at the wrong time or… it just seemed too iffy. So, I took a deep breath and called Bethany Barnard, the Continuing Education Coordinator.

She was lovely about it. Never mind that they just sent out 8,000 (did she really say that?) brochures describing the class and urging people to sign up. She seemed to be aware of our situation (did she say she reads my blog?) and was very understanding about all of it. Which in a way made me feel worse.

I don’t know if I’ve ever made a commitment such as that one and then had to opt out. It’s a horrible feeling. Besides which I was really looking forward to the class, “Putting the Story Back in History.” I’ve asked to do it in the Spring instead. If they’ll have me…

Grief Counselor...Almost!

Grief Counselor…Almost!

Plus I promised that I’m still “on” for the October 11th ”C for Cranberrian Fair” EdVenture. It’s an all day excursion which includes time at the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum for the Cranberrian Fair,, a tour of the Cranberry Museum and a self-guided tour of a cranberry bog. Plus lunch.  Plus a copy of my book “C is for Cranberries” and who knows what else? I have a few weeks to work out a tag-team Visiting With Nyel Day which should be do-able.

On the plus side today, I got my computer back, complete with a new hard drive and all my files saved!! I’m having to hunt a bit; things are not in quite the same places, but bless Mike Challis! He definitely saved me from a lot of grief!

So… I can’t say that it was a day like any other day in Beautiful Downtown Oysterville. Or was it?

One Response to “Of Reality and Hard Decisions”

  1. Stephanie Frieze says:

    I’m someone who knows. Don’t spread yourself too thin! Glad you’re back in the blogosphere.

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