On the one hand, it’s spring, and all is right with the world. So many flowers, so many plants. I want to know and learn them all. I’m deep into my latest botany class now, almost halfway through. Can you believe that I know how to identify about fifty different shrubs just based on stems and buds alone? Like bare sticks. AND I know their common and Latin names—all spelled correctly. I can do that. I know these things. It still amazes me. At the beginning of every class, I feel panic. No way I can do this all again, right? No way my brain will be able to hold it all, right? But it does. Even when I think I can’t absorb and retain any more, somehow I do.
Beyond the flora… well, the truth is, I don’t know that I’m good for much lately. My day is tedious and mapped out before I even wake up. Breakfast, remote learning, emails and bills and laundry, lunch, refereeing fighting children, cleaning, homework, so much homework, maybe a run (but maybe not), maybe meditation (but maybe not), dinner, the dreaded post-dinner kid-bedtime routine, and then an hour of come-down before I collapse. Then we get up and do it again the next day. It’s a routine, which is good I guess. It’s predictable and dependable, true. We’re lucky we have it as good as we do. But man, I’m tired. Like exhausted and bored at the same time. I’m so ready to be done. I’m ready for a break.
On a happier note, lately I’ve been listening to a lot of Johnny Cash. His early stuff just can’t be beat.
But sullen Johnny Cash in the early 2000s is pretty much my spirit animal. I don’t usually like cover songs, but I love what he does with his:
As for books, well, I’ve been reading a little. But not a ton. And reviewing even less. I’ll get back into the swing of things when my brain power returns. For now, I’m just trying to get through the Everyday with as much grace and patience as possible. We’re not in the clear yet, but I sure am looking forward to life returning back to normal.