Wednesday, April 24, 2013
There’s something disconcerting and humbling about the third time a fire alarm goes off because of your cooking.
I know I should turn away from my neighbor’s accusing glances. I should hold my head down as if reflecting on how I have interrupted breakfast, lunch or dinner.
I don’t. At least not for long.
Instead I wonder, like I’m sure they do, if I shouldn’t give up cooking. But, practice makes perfect. Right? Or it makes for more alarms.
My building porters have yet to give up on me. They recently sent a technician over to fix the fan in the kitchen. Perhaps a faulty fan allowed the smoke to rise, thicken and choke.
I don’t think so.
Monday, April 1, 2013
My family and I have been in the UK for two months now and I’m starting to get the swing of things: I know how to get from where I am to where I’m going; I know how to ask directions; I can find the grocery store; shop online and conduct any number of international transactions. I feel comfortable in my surroundings and am expanding my comfort zone almost daily.
Being a mom, working and being a full-time student still provides more free time than I would have imagined. How am I supposed to fill it?
I’m going to start maneuvering more around my neighborhood and navigating the landscape. I have mental trips planned to Manchester, London, Paris and Italy. Every day I learn something new: my latest lesson is that it takes 7 days to receive a check from an employer in the U.S. and a minimum of 5 to 10 business days for that check to be cashed in to my UK account. I also learned it could take up to 8 weeks but I’m going to keep that lesson in the far recesses of my mind.
Because I teach online and write my schedule is flexible and accommodates being a single mother of 3. I am able to take my youngest to and from school; I have time for my own studies; time to read and review other books; time to write; and time to mother my older two children.
No matter how much life I pack in to living I have time for a relationship if I want one.
Do I want one?
I used to think I didn’t have time for someone else in my life; it turns out I didn’t want to make time for any one and now it seems I just don’t know how to make time.
Assuming there is a class, workshop or lecture on making time for someone in your life, would I take it?
Sooner or later I suppose I would—hopefully by then I will be ready to do it.
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