Friday, October 21, 2011
Doing My Best . . .
And my mother is recovering at home from a surgery to remove some malignancies that cropped up since her surgery two or three years ago. While that earlier surgery was much more extensive, it was done by a robot through a very small incision, and she bounced back very quickly. This surgery involved a 6-inch incision through abdominal muscle, and she was sent home the same day, lowering the risk of infection, but challenging family resources. My siblings have been great, but I'm feeling guilty at not being able to do more. Living several hours away, with little flexibility during term to take time off, other than cancelling classes, I can only manage weekend visits, but those always carry a big marking load. As well, we try to visit our kids (and Nola!) when we're over and it's easy to get stretched far too thin, re-entering the work week exhausted. Not sustainable, and I've got a persistent facial twitch right now that's warning me to slow down.
But we're going to Vancouver today and I'll try to do a shift or two at mom's. I'm hoping I'll be able to do some marking while I'm there, 'cause that pile is not going to mark itself before Monday, sadly. If I weren't feeling so stressed, I'd tell you some good things about how well my poetry class has been going. And I'd tell you that we're heading to the Vancouver Opera's season opener, West Side Story, which I know doesn't qualify as everyone's idea of opera but will probably put plenty of "bums in seats" thus keeping the VOA's financial books healthy enough to stage the rest of the season. Having caught the occasional episode of Glee recently, I'm quite keen to hear Bernstein's music sung, excited to see what the set looks like, and ready to savour the costume details and be caught up in the drama. A welcome distraction.