"That's just what we need," said Avery. "A blanket."
"Of course it is," replied Lurvy. And he spread the blanket across the sideboards of the truck so that it was like a little tent. The children sat in the shade, under the blanket, and felt better.
After lunch, they stretched out and fell asleep.
This evening, I am tired. I'm sitting in my office at the university, grading quizzes, and getting more and more tired. I am so thankful this day (and this work week) is almost done. It's been a really exhausting five days.
This afternoon, I played the pipe organ for the funeral of a friend's wife. They were married over 50 years. He looked so sad and lost in the front pew. I played his favorite songs, and my wife sang his wife's favorite hymn. In a lot of ways, it really was a celebration, but I left the church very depressed.
Then, I came to school and finished showing Brokeback Mountain to my film class. By the time it was over, I was emotionally exhausted. That's the way it's been all week for me, and I don't know why. Working at the medical office depressed me. Teaching depressed me. Now, typing this post is depressing me. I may have to drag out my DVD of It's a Wonderful Life this weekend.
I think my mood has a lot to do with my impending job change. After working in the same office for 17 years, I think I'm allowed to mourn a little bit. I'm not saying my current job is perfect. It isn't. However, I love the people with whom I work, and I'm really good at what I do. In some ways, it almost feels like my coworkers are treating me like I'm already gone. They keep asking me, "When's your last day?"
So I'm thankful for this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday of respite.
I know I'm supposed to write about what's in my book bag on Thursdays, and I apologize. I haven't had the time or energy to read anything this week.
Saint Marty just wants to crawl under Lurvy's Indian blanket tent and fall asleep.
|This cartoon has nothing to do with my post, but it's funny as hell.|