THIS WEEK IN REFLECTION
Some weeks, events loom large and ominous in the rear view mirror, so Melanie has asked that I pen a guest reflection on the week’s events.
In our town, the seasons don’t seem to follow the familiar course. We are in a transition between “College Football” and “False Winter Start III.” Important wardrobe planning decisions are hindered by our local TV station, which still hasn’t gotten its act together after a ransomware attack back in October. I can’t choose whether to wear the fluffy socks with news reports like these:
The sequencing of events this week conjures to mind an image of a certain kind of roller coaster. Perhaps not your garden variety, permanently installed and impeccably maintained roller coaster, more like the kind of thing that was hacked together the day before the county fair by someone who was not entirely truthful on their CV about their level of experience with carnival ride operation and maintenance.
Melanie consulted with her advisor on classes for the next semester in her ASL journey, but she had no grades or feedback on her progress to inform which classes she should take. Then she started seeing grades pop up one after the other in the school’s online system, but she didn’t do well on her first major assignments! Melanie felt unsure as to whether she was on the right path and started to question her choices . . . maybe she isn’t cut out for this program? But then her next assignment grade popped up a solid A! Nice!
Since her classes began, I have observed a clear trajectory, from feeling out of depth to seeking out resources to catch up to . . . today.
Today, we went to a community craft show to make selections from only the finest handcrafted doodads. All the heavy hitters were there, from soy candles to reindeer made from sticks with artisanal googly eyes. Having slept in late, we arrived to see the tail end of the show. I struck up a conversation with some guy making tabletop RPG terrain — a rarity at such shows — but we had a lot of felted dog poo baggie holders and birdhouses made with bent license plate roofs to see.
Near the end of the parade of goods, Melanie noticed a woman at a booth sign to someone else as she approached, so she signed “Hello.” The woman absolutely lit up and asked if Melanie could sign. Melanie responded that she was learning and they went on to have a friendly conversation. I stood by catching the occasional sign and was floored. This all started with a couple of online classes we took over the summer and a few months later — this!
I got a bit choked up in the hallway as we left because I am so stinking proud. I see Melanie working on assignments and studying, but I’ve never seen anything like it.
If that was the roller coaster, we also rode the bumper cars.
I found out this summer that some of my habits and personality traits are symptoms of ADHD. After a couple of consultations I was diagnosed, and I have been on a journey to better understand and manage these symptoms. On one hand, my brand of neurodiversity gives me some tools for making intuitive leaps others might miss. On the other hand, I occasionally do something counterintuitive or even illogical, which can cause some unnecessary stress.
I think we are both looking forward to this coming week. Booster shots are now recommended for all. There are plenty of interesting things in the news to ignore. Turkey break time is upon us. We will soon be asking ourselves the same question we did last year . . . what the hell do we do with all of these leftovers?
Be well, and next week you will be back to your regularly scheduled reflection — Nick
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
Very different books this week, though neither was the first in a series. With Her in Ourland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman is the sequel novella to Herland. Could both books have reasonably been published together? I thought perhaps they were not due to different writing approaches (Herland was more narrative, Ourland more philosophical). However, after writing to Karissa @ Karissa Reads Books, I learned that both novellas were published in a magazine Gilman owned and edited, so she did what she wanted.
Spy, Spy Again is the third book in the Family Spies trilogy by Mercedes Lackey. Each book was a chance for one of the children of Mags, the King’s Own Spy, to have an adventure and be known. It was a fun way for this addition to the series to be organized. Jackie @ Death by Tsundoku and I thought we were done, but we’ll be reading Beyond in December. Did you leave a comment about your favorite fantasy movie on my post? Please do!
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
Jen Fliss is headed to Grab the Lapels with her very own Meet the Writer feature. Her forthcoming novel is titled The Predatory Animal Ball, which puts me in the mind of honey badger in a fancy dress. Honey badger don’t care, and it won’t care in a dress, either. Fliss’s interview arrives Tuesday.
You see that raggedy ol’ kitty in the photo below? That’s Kitty. She’s ours. She loves to include her hair in books. Yeesh. Yet, I thought this was a great cover photo for my post about fifty important books to me. The list will be published Thursday.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Owned Books on TBR at Beginning of Year: 242
Owned Books on TBR Today: 203