Drum roll please... I lost another two pounds. Actually, it was over two pounds, just a bit, but I have those darn doctor scale type thing, and figuring it out would require that I find my reading glasses, and doing that before I'd had coffee just seemed like a lot of work, and so I decided that the mature thing (it's only coincidental that it's the easiest thing as well) was to just call it two pounds and go to the coffee pot, go directly to the coffee pot, and so I did. Now I'm sitting here with my morning cup, slowly waking up and reading about what's going on in the great world of blogs. For those following this saga with bated breath, that's a total weight loss of 5 lbs for the month of January.
We're going to Cara's today, to haul her car home. It has an engine that is overheating. The car (named Alphonse) has been teetering on the edge of death for quite some time. We have a new car for her here. Remember that 'new' is a relative term. New in relationship to Alphonse. The problem is that this newer, sharper looking car is a standard, and she's never driven a standard before, and we want to give her a few lessons before we turn her loose in it. We felt that winter was not the time to be learning a new driving skill, so at spring break she'll come home, we'll do the title transfer, and let her master the stick shift.
This trip is not only to get the car. It is a mission of mercy as well. Cara is sick. She thinks she has strep again. She sounds pretty bad. I told her that this is what happens to girls who get their ears gauged. Cara has always had a tendency towards strep. She had her tonsils removed when she was 15 or so because of it. After starting college she ended up with mono. The bad strain. They told her that whenever she was stressed or tired, that she'd probably begin having mono symptoms again. This will last for the rest of her life. Unfortunately, she's a college student, keeps impossible schedules and stresses a great deal over her job. But she's sick again. I've got a pot of broccoli simmering for a pot of broccoli cheese soup. I baked bread on Wednesday, so I've got some good homemade rolls to add. We'll also take down some oranges, just for healthy snacks.
Late Edit: they are pretty sure (pending blood test results) that she has mono yet again.
You know, I'm going to like school. I really am going to like it a lot. Yesterday, in one of my classes, we were dissecting an essay on happiness. One of the young boys in the class, a big tough looking fellow, said that he thinks that sometimes people live in bad situations and simply can't be happy, that sometimes, life purely sucks and there's not a whole lot to be done about that. I offered the counter point of the joy I saw at the cancer support meetings. I said that we can choose to throw tantrums when we face a life challenge, or we can choose to learn the lessons of the time, to find the joy in it, to be happy. It was a brief comment in a swirling miasma of comments. Later, I was in another building to drop off some paperwork at financial aid. As I headed out the door for the parking lot, a voice behind me said, "HEY!" I didn't even realize that the young man was speaking to me, until he fell in step beside me. "I think that you're very inspiring," he said. His friend's mother is dealing with cancer, and his friend is having a hard time being away at college during this uncertain time. He's trying to be helpful to his friend but is also having a hard time, because he cannot find the right words. We talked about that a little, briefly, and then went our separate directions. I walked out into the cold gusting winds and the swirling snow and picked my way to the car, but inside, I was warmed by the contact, by that small interaction.
Today, I've decided not to crack my books. I'm actually ahead of the game. I have an essay due Thursday. I have a quiz that day as well, but I feel like I'm up for it, even now. The books will stay in my back pack. I don't have to work today either. (The job is going well, by the way.) I will get the house cleaned, and a couple loads of laundry, and a pot of soup made for my sick kid. I will spend the evening with my husband. In a way, I feel like a little kid learning to ride a two wheeler. 'Don't stop pedaling.' 'Don't look back.' 'Keep the handlebars straight.' Somewhere along the line, you suddenly realize that there is no one holding on to the bike, that somehow, impossibly, you're doing it, you're flying all by yourself, and the realization is thrilling, and your voice sounds out, shrill with excitement: 'Look at me! Look at me! I'm doing it all by myself.' I know it sounds stupid, but that's how it feels. I am juggling my family, and my job, and school. I didn't know if I could, but I am, and that makes me very glad.