I’m reading the new novel by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, and at almost half way in, I’m loving it. It’s the story of a Nigerian girl who comes to America to get an education, because the colleges in Nigeria keep closing down due to strikes. She’s getting ready to go back to Nigeria, many years later, and see what the world there has for her…but right now we’re in flashbacks, her college life, trying to live as an American African (different from an African American), trying to pay for tuition and rent and so on. Trying to overcome her self hatred at some of the things she has done.
I’m adjusting to live without soda. I really think giving it up entirely is the way to go, because I have tried SO many times to cut down to one a day, and it never lasts more than a week or so. Of course, I’m only a week and a half into this, but so far so good.
I’ve discovered something shocking. I like tea. Ted says that he thinks my problem, previously, was that I was only drinking crappy American tea, which can tend towards bitter. I decided to try his tea, which he drinks the British way, with milk and sugar. PGTips. I had a cup yesterday, and a cup today, and I enjoyed both of them. I’m not going to lie to you and say that if I were offered a choice between a nice cold coke or a cup of tea, I would choose the tea. I wouldn’t. But it’s nice in its own way.
I’m also adjusting to the standing desk. My goal was 50/50 standing and sitting. But the switching between the two isn’t as simple as I had hoped, so I’m standing most of the time, taking breaks to sit for meetings or phone calls or reviewing paper. It’s fine most of the time, but at the end of the day, my feet hurt. I’m wearing good shoes, I have carpet, I don’t know that I want to further clutter our office with padding that would make moving my chair a pain should I choose to use it. Sometimes I just wish we had a bigger house. Big enough that my desk could have two monitors, one high and one low, and I could switch between them at will. Maybe that will actually happen (without moving) next year, when I’m scheduled to get a laptop for work. We’ll see.
Stockton was nice last week. I took Grandma and Aunt Flo to Red Lobster, and we had scampi and biscuits. It was pretty darned good. They wanted wine, so we had wine at noon, even though I hadn’t had breakfast. Which made me realize, I was having wine for breakfast. Oh well, I guess that’s not any more strange than scampi for breakfast, right?
Went to the funeral for Rosemary’s grandmother. I didn’t know her well, I had only met her a few times. But I was sad for Rosemary, who is so devastated, and loves her grandma so very much. I got to talk to some friends from High School and get all caught up on their lives so far, so overall it was a really nice day.
I got some good news today, on the smaller scale of life, but it excited me nonetheless. I’m not sure if I can tell you yet, so you’ll just have to wait. Not as good as a wonderful new job, or a clean biopsy, or a trip to Paris or anything, but good.
Today I have to go shopping for a few Thanksgiving items. Maya’s girl scout troop volunteers every year at a ‘Basket Brigade’, filling and delivering baskets of holiday items to families in need. That’s tomorrow, so today I shop.
Other plans for the weekend? Not many. I need to make progress on my book…I have about 300 pages to go, and it’s a library book with a wait list, due next Saturday I think.
You? Anything exciting going on this weekend?