5:30-ish am: I wake from a nightmare in which I'm in my modeling days and the make-up artist is someone who appears to be a 14-year-old child. They somehow manage to fix my hair so it looks both straight and frizzy and when I demur, they threaten to call their dad.
6:55 am: I'm finishing up breakfast chores and Nu asks me if I could drop them at the school bus stop because it's drizzling and they just blow-dried their hair. Umbrellas and raincoats are too cumbersome to carry around at school (their locker is too far away from their classrooms).
8:30-ish am: I'm crying in the car because today's Story Corps was terrifying and beautiful.
9:15 am onwards: all my favorite work people are gathered to clap for a colleague who has just taught the last class of their career as they walk out of their classroom. Does anyplace else do this? The consensus is "no." I think this is a lovely tradition. Bonus: I get to have little chats with all my favorite people.
10:00 am-ish: I walk AK back to her building and we take in the Gaza exhibit the YDSA has put up.
WORK WORK WORK WORK
Noon-ish: Two colleagues pop by my office to strategize some advocacy work. We're drinking tea and spilling all kinds of tea.
WORK WORK WORK WORK
5:00-ish: Mostly work although there is some surreptitious texting during the meeting where I say goodbye to Big A and check in on Nu and then JD and LK are texting about "feeling a breakdown coming on" and how their "soul has left the building."
5:30-ish: I leave the meeting with SD for a work dinner. It's lovely to see all the wonderful work people have been doing. One of my favorite people who now works at the University of Michigan is visiting and has a beautiful handwritten letter for me.
7:00-ish: I'm on my way home and chatting to my mom.
8:00-ish: I get home. Big A has left for Wisconsin, Nu is out with friends, Max and Huckie are so happy to see me.
The day is almost over for me at this point. The puppies and I share a banana--our evening treat--and then snuggle up on the couch. I finish up the book I'm reading and listen to music while I wait for Nu to get home. Their deadline is midnight.
Pic: YDSA's informational Gaza exhibit. I assumed that the rain had done some damage, but it seems some of the uprooted flags were human mischief.
5 comments:
Nu and the blow-dried hair - so very relatable. I have a routine wherein I always bun my hair when it's drizzly, it's so frustrating to spend time on my hair ONLY TO HAVE THE WEATHER RUIN IT.
Your day sounds very full and busy. Too bad about big A being away, womp womp.
I would love to hear more about your modelling days, if you care to share! I feel like maybe we've talked about this briefly before but you know me, when I like someone I want to know every single detail about every part of their life to date. Lol!
So much to do.
Nicole--it's not that I don't care about my frizzy hair, but I just don't know how to manage it.
We need a long catch-up session!
Gillian--Right?! :)
A very full day. I would have fallen asleep on the couch waiting for the kid, though.
Steph--I'm sure I did too!
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