Sunday, January 11, 2009
It's my favorite time of the day.
The coffee is hot and aromatic. The cinnamon rolls are fresh from the oven, sticky and warm.
The dogs have been fed and let out; they're back in bed with Daddy. The house is so quiet, so serene. Only the sound of the gurgling cat watering fountain is heard.
This is the time when I feel most at peace. Rested. Awake.
I have been so busy of late that it seems like forever since I've sat down and really caught up on my blog reading and responses, and for that I am sorry. This past week at work - the first week back from the holidays - was very busy with new projects, meetings, and general running around madly. It's over.
Yesterday was similarly busy but in a very good way. I started my morning with the orientation for Wags for Hope, a local organization that evaluates and matches dogs and their owners with places that need them. They're involved in nursing home, assisted living, and even hospital visitation, as well as reading programs and Hospice. It's the latter that led me to them, because I want to be able to bring my sweet Lily along with me on visits to hospice patients. This orientation was only the beginning.
Now we have to get the vet form signed, fill out some paperwork, go next Saturday for an evaluation, and then proceed on to get the Delta Society certification before working with Hospice. Meanwhile, I'll be getting my direct service training with Hospice in preparation for starting the visits. I am very hopeful about this. Lily and I have a close bond already, but I know that it will become even stronger as we work together. She has such a gentle spirit.
In addition to the Saturday evaluation, next weekend I have grad school orientation on Sunday. My first class will be the following Thursday at 5 pm. I'm both excited and a little nervous! Life is about to get very full. So you'll see me around here, but probably not as often. Fewer posts, richer content. I hope you'll stick around to hear about the changes in my life--my adventures in grad school, my service with Lily, and my struggle with time management.
Does anyone else notice that that (time management) gets harder with age? I used to be a whiz and making it all happen - all of it! - without batting an eye. Now I have more of a tendency to get frustrated and let things fall through the cracks. Maybe it's because there are more things I filled my life with which I truly enjoy and want to savor. It's easy to get lost in 3 hours of knitting while watching a hockey game out of the corner of my eye. It's very easy to get lost in a book and then realize it's way past my bedtime. By Fridays my desk looks as though a small tornado had ripped through, but by Monday it's tidy again and ready for the grind.
I did manage to squeeze in a movie yesterday, though. We (hubby, the Boy, and I) went to see Gran Torino. Wow. I will say that it was one of Clint Eastwood's best movies. I laughed - hard, at times - and I cried. I couldn't help it. It was just a beautiful piece of art. Yes, there were many moments, especially in the earlier part of the movie, when I cringed at his use of so many racial epithets, but it was in keeping with the idea of the character. He was an old, outdated white man living in a neighborhood that had changed around him (in Detroit). His one prized possession was the 1972 Gran Torino that he kept in the garage. While he worked for Ford, he had actually installed the steering column on the line in that car. The richness of detail of his character astounded me. Yes, at times he was very rough around the edges. Who hasn't known someone like that? But at other times, he was tender and loving.
I highly recommend this movie to you. Take a couple of hours off from whatever stress and busywork has you running. Go see it. Get a sitter.
If you've wondered what's going on with me lately, think of this - what happens when an adult moves back home? There is conflict and tension. There is the raw exposure of all of the regrets, anger, and wounds that haven't healed. Both sides have to work hard at keeping the peace (at least in this house, we do), and it's been unbalanced lately. I finally blew up. It happened. The cork popped and shot across the room. But things have settled back down to a manageable roar. It'll be okay.
And now my reverie is broken. The people in the house are waking up and talking to me, yes, irritating me. Leave me alone. I want to get lost in the blogiverse for a while longer. I miss my compadres there.
Peace - D