Today is a normal day. Up at 8 in the morning, coffee and cereal before getting out the door at 9. That is much closer to the way most people live. Not sleeping all day, not leaving for work at 6:30 in the evening as the sun goes down.
I get to be normal until Wednesday night.
This morning I went and helped Joyce clean house in Willow Glen. They are moving out and leaving tomorrow for Central Asia again, so fun to spend the day with them, sit at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee just chatting for a while before working.
The house is old and sunny and quaint- probably built 50 years ago but still looking good inside. It has a perfect little breakfast nook, sunny office corner, spacious backyard and cute pointy look from the front. It felt nostalgic to clean cobwebs with Joyce playing 50's music in the background and dusting off the board games.
I told them how I was feeling at home- wanting to get out. I said I feel like dead weight around here. That is the perfect expression. I am not dead weight everywhere; I am dead weight here. Very low energy for family-like productive activities that everyone else seems to be enthusiastic about.
Oh, well. I washed Joyce's dishes. That felt good.
1 comment:
Good words.
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