Just not enough time in the day to get everything done..... Again, a weekend with a long list of things to do.
I did get some work done last night, but not enough. Today, thank God it rained last night, so it is too wet to mow and work in the yard; I will spend the time catching up with school things- bulletin boards, grading, lessons, ironing, and things around the house. Tomorrow, mother is coming for lunch (her birthday was Thursday; 60th)- need to get a gift and make sure David is up.
Otherwise, autumn is just starting to show it's colors- a yellowing in trees here and there. My mood is following suit. Not bad or good, just anxious and a bit uncomfortable.
Could be school as well: received the "gay" comment last week; getting a bit depressed with un-engaged students and those not doing well on the exams; a few students dropping the class- more than I had expected; Mr. Swords was supposed to observe, but he did not. I kind-of get the feeling that, perhaps, things are not going as well as expected (students dropping; perhaps, parent complaints). But, I had the same feeling at Flinn. Perhaps I just need the feed-back that I am doing a good job.
David and I are OK. Perhaps a bit ill-at-ease. Weather definitely plays a part. Also, my schedule leaves little time for anything else. I find myself so tired.
Received an email from Susi in Sevilla-
Hey, guapote!
I just met your Jose Carlos. I had to trek from Telmo, down Betis, across Triana Bridge, up Reyes Catolicos, left on Marques de Paradas, to a bar called BumBum???? Not sure of the spelling of that one! OK, so I´m on the phone with Jose Carlos trying to find him, describing to him that I´m close....he asks me if I´m under the green cross at the pharmacy and I say, YES, how do you know? And of course he´s looking at me and running toward me with his arms outstretched, gives me a big hug which is like a vise and he´s crying into my ear...I personally think that hug was meant for you and he was just transferring it. He kept saying, Que bonita, que bonita!!! (Did you tell him I was a troll or something?) He was emotional, emotional, emotional, and couldn´t stop hanging on to me. Wow! What a carino he is!!!!
He was like jumping out of his skin...Man, is he still in love with you!!! We went into the bar and met 4 of his friends. Sorry, I can´t remember any of their names, but they were super nice. One new American boy from San Francisco who´s just passing through, but just a friend, by the vibe I got. OK, so by this time we´re sitting down and I just don´t know if Jose Carlos can take getting the gift you sent him...so, I told him I had something for him from you. Again with the wringing of my hand and he was like jumping out of his skin. I got him some napkins from the table and told him to be prepared. So, I give him the packet and he opens it. He takes a look at the first picture of the feria scenes and has to close the packet with emotion. He says out loud: Hijo de puta, which I think means that you really got to him with the pictures. He looks at them all and is just crying and crying and crying. He is just a ball of emotion and life. Wow! Now I know why you had such a hard time leaving this place. And to go to Rockford, HOW BORING that must have been for you! What a shock to have to have left someone so vital. I had to go so Jose Carlos went out on the street with me, where I told him that you think about him every day and just want him to be happy. More crying. I then asked him if he had a companero. He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. NO! NO! NO! he said. I went home and found out that he had already texted and called me 6 times. He really misses you, to say the least!
We are inviting him to Ana´s to eat soon. I don´t know when.
The API office is about to close. Gotta go!
Wish you were here!
Susi
We shall see. I hope he does not become a drain on her.
Well, I need to get work done- up since 7:30 and not done a damn thing.
Early days of the season- always my favorite. Warm days, cool nights, colors in the trees just beginning to turn. Invites reflection, introspection, and leads to change (or at least the desire).
