It’s Saturday night and after the week I’ve had I am quite content on staying home. Hotdogs and Vermentino for dinner suits me just fine (I accidentally froze the ricotta which was supposed to go in my dinner). Perhaps it was my first earthquake that unsettled my balance this week, but quite honestly, things began to get funky for me starting Monday morning.
It all started with my morning routine of making a fruit shake for breakfast. I added flax seeds and forgot to put the lid on before mounting the blender…and viola, seeds went everywhere. I actually laughed out load because what else could I possibly do?
In the past several years of teaching I have learned from experience that May is my busiest month. This month was no exception. In fact, my workload doubled! I’ve even found myself working Saturdays which was okay at first but after three weeks I’d had enough. Even Coco was protesting my absence.
But to make matters worse, the laundry machine waterline broke and there was water all over the floor mixed with the brown sugar that fell off the top when the machine decided to have an epileptic fit. Why? Because I was washing a small rug. Why? Because Coco hacked up a fur ball on it…see how my week has been going?
Then of course there was the matter of the earthquake. We have had a few tremors here in the past several months and I missed them all except the last one. And now that I have officially experienced one I would be more than happy to go back to being ignorant, thank you very much.
Holy crap Batman, this shit is scary! I was sitting at my computer when my cheap IKEA desk starting shaking. At first I didn’t understand why then it dawned on me when I caught a glimpse of the floor lamp violently swaying back and forth. I jumped out of my chair and grabbed Coco. Should I leave the building? Should I get her cage? Should I get dressed first? Then it stopped. My heart on the other hand continued to race the rest of the day.
The rest of the week proved to be worse if that was at all possible (what could possibly be worse than crapping your drawers during an earthquake?) On my way to soccer practice I got stranded on the highway for 1.5 hours because a tractor trailer kindly dumped his load. I can’t begin to tell you how great it felt to kick the shit out of a soccer ball for two hours afterwards.
Now I am in no way trying to minimize an earthquake. My friend Enrico lives much closer to the core than I do and he is frightened to bring his young family back home. I cannot even imagine what that must feel like. Many people are living in tents and there is still much fear in the air that there are more to come.
I’ve even contemplated canceling my upcoming trip to Ravenna because it is in the same province as the quake. But, as with everything else, life must go on. I have been keeping my upcoming trip a bit of a secret so let me tell you what it’s all about. I’m going to take a one week Mosaic course! It is something I have wanted to do for years and I finally found a school that does English courses for a reasonable price so I booked it. I’m so excited!
And, as one of my friends put a positive spin on things, she said I will surely make good use of the bits and pieces from the earthquake. I always thought of mosaics as being a story as each piece has its own history. Now, more than anything this could be quite true.
Every one of us has had to live through our own tragedies. That is why we have the expression “pick up the pieces” and move on. Life is a mosaic and the more carefully we handle those pieces the better the final picture will be. in fact, I don’t think I could have picked a better time to take the course. Please stay tuned because I plan to take lots of photos and post about the experience when I get back.
Peace to all, hugs, Leah.