When my blogging colleague and fellow writer Luanne Castle recently published a piece entitled “Typical Tuesday with Luanne Castle” on the blog Modern Creative Life, I thought it was a great idea. What a nice way to get to know a fellow blogger! Since then, it’s had me thinking about a “typical Tuesday,” and this Tuesday I decided to write about my day.
The thing is, it was not “typical” in terms of events and activities, although it was “typical” in terms of being many different things. Sometimes our lives are such that our typical days are atypical. Do you know what I mean? – Especially those of us who are managing multiple efforts, who are supporting children or family in their endeavors, who are caring for cats and neighbors and elders and . . . so, here is my Tuesday. – Along with some recent sketches!
My Tuesday, Sept. 26, 2017
Breakfast and puzzles, 7:00-8:00 am, ablutions (brush teeth, shower, etc.), 8:00-8:30. First email catch-up: 8:30-9:00 (watch out, don’t get sucked into the abyss of endless-email-responses!). Whew. On to breakfast.
Make breakfast (a waffle) for Alec (my son), finish loading dishwasher and turn on, go get clean laundry out of dryer in the basement and put in bedroom to fold, 9:00-9:30. Second email catch-up (a quick check before leaving the house), gather materials and implements to teach a one-time creative writing workshop at Mom’s Assisted Living Residence, 9:30-10:30. It’s been a while since I taught senior residents, but I always bring along 1) paper name tags (“Hello My Name Is …”), and 2) extra paper and pens, since many don’t come to the class with anything to write on or with.
The workshop went fairly well; my mom leads the workshop on a weekly basis at her residence, but she is new to this residence, and I offered to lead the first workshop to help provide her credibility as an instructor. And, because, it’s important to set the tone in that first workshop. Sometimes in senior residences people come to an activity just because they don’t have anything else to do. And for a creative writing class, you really want people who are, at least, interested in writing either about memories or stories (or poems). If they are there just to pass time, it’s okay up to a point – but if they are there to be disruptive or negative, then it’s important to deal with that up front, so that other residents don’t get discouraged and give up.
Which is what happened yesterday – a resident was wheeled into the room, and proceeded to argue with everyone and everything. I finally asked her why she was here (“I don’t know!”) and then I said, “Well, everyone else is here to learn creative writing. Do you want to learn creative writing?” and she said, “No! I already know how to do creative writing!” – and so I said, “Well, everyone else is here to learn, so I think you need to leave.” – Which she did. Mission accomplished, everyone else seemed to enjoy the class after that, and my mom will be starting to lead the class next week. Yay!
Teach creative writing workshop, 10:30-12:00. Meet Alec and my husband at the car service place where they have dropped off the car, so we can all go get lunch together before Alec starts school again today, 12:00-12:30. Lunch with Alec and my husband at Panera near the car place, 12:30-1:30 pm.
After lunch: take “hazardous materials” from last weekend’s garage clean-out project (e.g, old paint, home repair fluids, etc.) to the city’s hazardous waste drop-off site, 1:30-2:00. Then, drop off Alec at home, go to the library to pick up books on hold, go to drugstore to pick up a prescription refill forgotten for a couple of days, 2:00-2:30.
. . . Normally I would have had a walk with Alec here, but during last weekend’s garage clean-out project I dropped a heavy object on my toe, and I’m off walking until it heals … bleah . . . so, instead: Brew a hot cup of tea and do the Sudoku puzzle in today’s paper, 2:30-3:00.
Third email catch-up, including organizing details for a neighborhood activism meeting on Friday, a neighborhood dinner party next month, a family reunion gathering at the end of October, announcement for a college alum writing conference in February (exhausted), 3:00-4:30. Longer than I had hoped! But at least it’s all done, for now.
Writing tasks (finally!) – annotations for my personal blog of Lucky by Gabrielle Bell (below) and Beloved Dog by Maira Kalman, 4:30-6:00. I am trying a new way to do annotations, instead of typing up a mini-report like I used to , why not experiment with drawing and hand-lettering my thoughts and observations on reading the book? This is my first attempt:
I liked the result. I’m sure it’s hard to read as an illustration, sorry! But, it makes me feel more creative than a straight typed-out description would have. Perhaps even stimulating the right-brain creative side of me to synthesize what I’ve learned better. Who knows?
Suddenly: Oops! I realize I should have kept my foot elevated more today, so I lie down on the couch and put my foot up on a pillow. Then I skim the new library books to see which ones I’ll actually keep to read, 6:00-7:00.
Time to make dinner! We microwave-bake sweet potatoes for zucchini and black beans stuffed potatoes (recipe here), 7:00-7:15-plus.
Oh no! I’m supposed to meet my friend Kyra for writing at the local alehouse tonight! But I’m in the middle of dinner-making and dinner-eating! I text Kyra – who, luckily for me is the most patient and understanding person – and we arrange to postpone our meeting for 1/2 hour while Jim and I finish making and eating dinner, 7:30.
Write with Kyra at Wedgwood Ale House, 8:00-9:00. We each wrote a story about an article of clothing – she wrote about an administrator who wears yoga pants to work so she can seem “younger,” and I wrote about a woman who finds out her husband is having an affair by discovering the wrong-color bra in her bed. Hah!
Home & finish today’s NY Times Crossword puzzle, 9:30. Bed, 10:00. With a bit of Pickles’s company, her insistence.
Thanks for visiting! What are your days like? Predictable or unpredictable? Structured or improvisational? Solo or with others?