One year ago today, I sat in my favorite blue chair with trepidation as I tried to curtail my anxiety and a bit of excitement about the next day where I would undergo hours of surgery to radically alter my right foot. Now, I don’t know if this was as exciting as the day Zephyrm Cochran developed a warp drive launching Earth into the forefront of space travel. I always wondered how Earth got to be sector 0.01 on the Federation navigation system. Maybe it’s the same reason all the aliens on Star Trek always looked like bipedal hominids with a frontal protrusion on their skulls. Except the Tribbles. They look like those little fuzzy stickers with the wobbly eyes that thankfully no one still places on top of their monitor at the cube farms.
Spring Break is approaching and son and daughter are going crazy about the idea of the beach. I don’t care what people say, unless you are in Miami, that water is still COLD in April. Speaking of cold, I don’t know why the gym I go to continues to keep their lap pool somewhere between icy and frigid. It certainly wakes me up with a jolt at 5AM; Everyone loves the beach, except for the sand and sticky salt water residue on your body. Really, I think people love the idea of the beach where they can spend days away from the grind of their life.
For the past three years and probably this year as well, I will bring my laptop to continue to work on my dissertation during nap breaks. I found, though, that adult beverages at 10AM seem to limit productivity for the rest of the day. C’est la vie. Each day, I would wake up with grandiose ideas and over-reaching goals suggesting I could write ten more pages. I usually managed a paragraph, or two. This may sound insignificant; however, James Joyce while writing Ulysses would often pontificate over two or three sentences per day before heading to the local pub.
Last night, Iasked wife if she would get daughter ready for school while I went to group swimming from 5:30-6:30. I later felt concern that was too much pressure and said offhandedly, “Nevermind, I’ll be home by 6AM.” This morning, I could not be sure which of my statements she would honor so I compromised and returned home at 6:15AM to a shocked wife and daughter. They, of course, had everything from lunches and backpacks ready to go as I swooped in to do nothing. Wife had even emptied the dishwasher! Maybe I should be late more.
Looking back on this year has led me to notice a progressive upward trend in happiness. Son is not quite as terrible as he was when he was two. Daughter does not demonstrate quite as much petulance as she was headed toward, from eight to eighteen. Wife received huge award and decent promotion. Finally, I am ready to take on the world. Early in our marriage, wife and I began calling ourselves, “Team Us”. Never have I felt more like this than today. I hope we all live long and prosper.