July 15, 2003 ~ Cleaning and Peeing and Stripping

Tuesday.

Terribly sorry for the delay--horrendous bladder infection accompanied by a lovely little yeast infection. A higher stress level and probably not enough water consumption must have done me in (well... And a little post-Residency overzealous resumption of marital relations... Heh.). So I spent Monday (my day off) and today (took sick leave) drinking copious amounts of pure, unsweetened cranberry juice and making faces that have kept Morgan much amused. And peeing. A lot. And trying my very best not to crawl out of my skin.

I did a lot of cleaning to try to distract myself from the pain, because I realized something. The house does not magically clean itself while I am unable to, working the long hours of the residency. I still have a lot to catch up with, but at least it looks semi-decent now.

Yeah, things are really exciting around here, let me tell ya. Cleaning and peeing. What a party.

I have enjoyed the time off, however. Mondays and Tuesdays, Morgan only works a 4:00-8:30 shift at the Co-Op, so we've had a lot more time together. Long talks, and lots of time spent attempting to consume the huge quantity of free groceries that I brought home from the Residency (the students, most flying home, leave lots of groceries behind that they can't really take with them on the plane). Sitting at the table this afternoon, I cut fruits and melons whose names I did not know into a fruit salad, and the juice ran everywhere. I must have brought home a good fifteen pounds of fruit. Morgan, meanwhile, turned the three boxes of grape tomatoes and the jar of Kalamata olives into a delicious puttanesca sauce. (And there were many other treats as well--teas and chips and crackers and juices and two huge boxes of Pepperidge Farms cookies and dips and hummus and bread and salad and... well, you get the idea.)

Oh, I did see an amazing storm this weekend.

On Saturday, the last full day for the students, my supervisor and I were trapped on a porch by a sudden summer storm. Constant thunder and lightening, a wall of water so thick we couldn't see the trees on the other side of the yard, and then hail. The biggest hail I've ever seen. Stones as big as cherries. As they hit the roof and bounced back up, they looked like popcorn kernels bursting. Incredible.

Then the storm was over as quickly as it had begun, and we ran to our cars. As I got in, the back of my dress caught on something and I heard a loud rip and I also realized that Pokey had leaked and the driver's seat was completely drenched, a sopping sponge. I pulled some garbage bags out of the back and slipped them over my seat, then, already late, drove across campus where I walked into my office holding the back of my dress together. As I pulled out the office sewing kit, a button fell off of the front of the dress across my chest, and I looked down to find a rather clear view of my cleavage. Wonderful. I must admit, at that point I just started laughing, because what else can you do?

Clutching the button, the sewing kit, and the front of my dress in one hand and the back of my dress in the other, I ran to the bathroom, shut myself in a stall, stripped, and sewed my dress back together. Walked into the graduation reception five minutes later perfectly calm, looking nothing like someone who had just hid from some cherry-sized hailstones and had fallen out of her dress from two sides. Boy do I have the world fooled.

Now, if you'll pardon me, I have to pee. Good night.





Footnotes:

weather: Storms most afternoons, hot and humid most days, though there has usually been a nice breeze.

bookmarked: A family anthology of poetry. Very cool. I'll have to write an entry about it.

writing focus: Trying desperately to catch up with my runaway email and failing miserably.

observation: A chipmunk racing across a four-lane highway. I could relate.

mood:

online journals:

"So, a note to the wise for any future workshops. Either a) use clip-on microphones or b) tape the laser and remote together to free up one hand for the speakers or c) genetically modify professionals to have a third hand."

~ Grouse in this entry of Grousin' in the Sage.

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