I cooked in-between the grading and course preparation, but I barely put a dent in either. Of course, I was distracted in the a.m. by doing a review for a journal that required concentration and timeliness. I hammered that away (and loved the work I reviewed), but then hit the essays written by my undergraduate freshmen. It's been a minute since reading less seasoned writers and I needed to get my head around exploring education, but also guiding these younglings to be collegiate in their prose (well, to at least write more than 3 paragraphs and call it a day). One of the areas you see when teaching kids from multiple high schools is that writing remains the neglected 'r'. Many of these kids have not had opportunity to develop their thinking in the ways others have been prepared. I see my role as helping them to get to a more appropriate work effort and submission.
It was also National Son's Day, yesterday, and I enjoyed having a FaceTime chat with Chitunga and catching up on his viewpoints, world, and abilities to find ways to counter the chaos of the world. Love that kid. He remains one of my greatest gifts...I can't imagine my life without him.
Of course, all the dishes also meant I needed to spend time washing dishes, which seemed to never end. I feel bad to turn down friends for normal weekend gatherings, but I really do need the space of weekends, Saturday and Sundays, to catch up with the work needing to be done.
I imagine many will see my dish and think, "Well, that looks like a baby's diaper," but in truth it was very good. I was impressed with the flavors and I will have my meals for the week. Looks like a chicken diet ahead, because when I saw the prices of the other meats I was definitely thinking, "Oi, vay. This grocery thing is for real."
And with that, "Hello, Monday."
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