My dear well-wishers,
Thanks for the kind words about my headache!
I took two Nurofen (aka ibuprofen) had a little nap, and recovered sufficiently to teach piano, tuba, trombone and trumpet in the afternoon. We also had Annie over, as per usual on Wednesdays. Annie is a child that my husband and I mentor. She is 14 and VERY noisy. Lucky my headache was gone by Annie o'clock.
A few words about Annie: she has a new hair colour every week, and wears far too much makeup, although she still goes "ewwww!" about boys, and her major interest is chocolate. She will talk your ear off about anything. She likes to point out even the slightest injury and make sure you pay attention to it. Yesterday she had fingernail marks on her arms, from catfighting with her friends. My son Jerome (12) and Annie get along extremely well and spend a lot of time wrestling and play-fighting. When they eventually wear themselves out, they go on MSN live and message their friends.
My son Harry (14) goes to the same school as Annie, and they are in some of the same classes. They get along OK, but they could not be more different. Harry is studious. Annie is intent on wasting her education by chatterboxing and refusing to work. She has loads of potential, but sadly the damage has already been done...
Today where I live, it is a beautiful spring day. I am going to write a list of things I am grateful for:
1. My husband, for marrying me, and being a wonderful and decent human being
2. My home, which is in a leafy area with low pollution and low crime
3. Our health care system, which enables us to visit the doctor for very low fees (no Bee, we are not communists!)
3b. My health, which is mostly excellent.
4. My job - teaching kids who are young enough to think I'm fabulous, unlike my own kids, who now find me uncool and highly embarrassing (ha!)
5. My circumstances - for many years I was a single mom. For the most part, I did not work because it was too hard to combine work and motherhood. So the boys and I survived on very little. Also I suffered depression and could not have worked, even if I had tried my hardest. Now I am working (+3 dignity!!!) and married. I can afford to buy a cup of coffee every day, if I want one. We recently were able to afford a new couch. It is so nice, I feel nervous to sit on it. It's like, is this actually for me?
If there is one good thing to be said about tough times, it's that they make you very grateful when things go well in your life.