SOLSC'26 Day Four: Too many tabs

 

Thirty-one walks, thirty-one posts.

I work with very kind colleagues,  the kind that ask "How are you doing?" when passing in the hall or through the library. 

My most common answer these past two weeks has been "I have too many tabs open", tapping my head.  They nod in solidarity.  It seems as soon as one task or reminder is completed,  two more replace it.

• Lesson plans
• Sub plans for three weeks
• Pre-op appointments 
• Bills to pay
• Gifts to buy
• Reading contest details
• Pre-op instructions
• T-shirts to decorate
• Financial tasks to wrap up
• Email reminders to schedule
• Morning broadcasts for next week
• Housecleaning to do
• My surgery on Monday
• Stuff to bring home
• Getting my bloodshot eyes looked at
• Whether or not I have time to polish my nails 
• Newsletters to write and schedule 
• And oh, turning sixty tomorrow. 

My walks today at work were around the library and to and from a portable to assist with a math class.  After work, they were in and out of my car and the optometrist's office, grocery store, and birdseed store.  At home, I watered my plants on the front porch and counted six junebugs who obviously didn't see "March" on the calendar, crawling and flailing by our front door.

I thought I could get rid of at least three tabs tonight. I'll have to settle for one or two, and hope to be in bed before eleven pm.

SOLSC '26 Day Three: Worm Moon

Thirty-one walks, thirty-one posts.

Tonight's walk was a short one: out the front door, around the side of the house, and into the backyard. 

My steps were cautious.  Our yard is anything but level, with swells and divots from burrowing insects and the roots of long-dead-and-gone trees.  Hazardous in daylight, doubly so in the dark.

I paused and looked to the night sky, focusing on the full moon just rising through the trees.

Photo by Christine Margocs,  3.3.26.

Under the light of the Worm Moon, I took several deep, cleansing breaths,  grounding myself and releasing the tension in my jaws and shoulders. I said goodbye to Orion, waiting with his celestial sword across the sky, and headed indoors, back to my to-do list.

SOLSC '26 Day Two: Same walk, different time

 

My theme for SOLSC '26:  Thirty-one walks, thirty-one posts

I left work just before five thirty pm.  For a brief moment, I considered making the walk from my library to my car the subject for today's post, but it felt a bit like cheating.  So after I got home, and before I sat down and let the weight of the day glue me to my armchair, I told my son I was going for a short walk and not to lock me out of the house.

I decided to retrace my steps from last night.  The setting sun was still bright enough to make me squint.  A couple of cars drove past me and a neighbor who was painting his garage; neither of us said anything, and I wasn't unhappy about it.  After a day of peopling, I prefer my own quiet bubble.

The sun was warm on my skin as I walked away from my house, but most of the trees were acting like it was still winter, spindly branches displaying old messy nests high against the clear blue sky.  I crossed the street and turned in the direction of my home, feeling a change in the temperature as a cool wind offered the lightest of barriers against my tired body.  A whizzing noise appeared over my left shoulder, and a young teen on a small electric motorcycle sped past me on the street, turning onto the hike-n-bike entrance where motorized vehicles are forbidden.

A man in a wheelchair approached me on his own rolling stroll.  I said hello as we passed each other, breaking my bubble in an effort to show kindness in the face of someone's else's adversity.  My hips decided they were done, and I remembered the ten-hour workday that preceded this walk.  Crossing the street once more, I walked up the driveway, stepped through my front door, and plopped down in the armchair, feeling the heaviness of the day's work, still unfinished.

SOLSC '26 Day One: Habit stacking

 

Here we go again!

Year fourteen of the Slice of Life Story Challenge for me, and I wasn't sure if I could take it on.  This March holds a full docket of events and tasks--

turning sixty (!), 

major surgery, 

ticking off the required boxes to retire,

and looking for my next job.

My current mental load feels like an overfilled mine cart about to spill over and slide back down the tracks.  So how do I jump back into a writing habit that I've ignored for the better part of a year, when I can barely keep up with what needs to be done?

Habit stacking.

My doctor and I agree that I need to get more exercise.  I am now entering the official "use it or lose it" stage of life, and I don't want to be on the losing end of my health.  So I've decided on my theme for this year's SOLSC:

Thirty-one walks, thirty-one posts.

My plan is to go for a walk each day, then write about it.  This may work out great, or it may be the most boring SOLSC theme yet.

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It's day one, and I was in pajamas until seven p.m. (not unusual for a Sunday).  My husband has been taking after-dinner walks, so I offered to join him, forcing myself to put on joggers and a t-shirt.  I was thankful it was dark and the street was empty.  We talked about the coyotes and foxes that sometimes roam the neighborhood at night.  I mentioned that ringtails had been spotted nearby; I would love to see one of those!  Crossing the street put the waxing moon in full view, the glow competing with the streetlights.

The night was clear, with a breeze that was just slightly on the chilly side.  I smiled at the Christmas lights blinking on a couple of houses; it made me feel a little better about the holiday tablecloth still gracing my dining room.

The front of my hips started complaining, so we crossed back over and headed home.  One walk, one post. 

Spiritual Journey Thursday: Attitude

 

It's Spiritual Journey Thursday,  and Bob is asking us to think about the influence of our attitude.  You can read his post here.

When I saw the prompt for this month's SJT, I immediately felt like I was entering the confession booth of the churches of my youth...

...because there was a situation where I copped an attitude at the beginning of the school year,  and it has affected my working relationships with certain people. I have rarely exhibited such behavior in my professional career,  and I even shocked myself. 

Was my attitude warranted? After much reflecting and discussing with people I trust, the answer has been yes.

Could I have handled my frustration in a more professional manner? After much reflecting and discussing with people I trust...the answer has been maybe.  We all have our limits, and I had reached mine.

I've learned a lot about my strengths and weaknesses while navigating the aftermath of my attitude. 

• I am a master at compartmentalizing. My issues with some do not affect my relationships with the rest; in fact, it makes me appreciate them even more. The same goes for my work at hand; I can still strive to be a good educator with my students' best interests at heart.
• I have always had problems dealing with conflict,  especially when I feel like I'm not valued by the other side. It makes me doubt my worth and the wisdom of my experience. This is not the feeling I wanted to be battling during my final year in public education. 

The biggest takeaway from this year is that transparent, timely communication is my first and foremost "love language" in the workplace.  I hold myself accountable for my side of this communication.  I am working on losing my negative attitude, while treasuring the positive relationships at work and at home.

Spiritual Journey Thursday: Renaissance

 

It's Spiritual Journey Thursday, and we're settling into

 our One Little Word for 2026.

My word this year is "Renaissance."

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I open up my Blogger account for the first time in I-don't-know-how-long, and see that my last post was from April 2025, right after my string of March Slice of Life Challenge entries.

I have not known what to write about since then.  Every thought that came to mind took a negative turn, and even though I am firmly against toxic positivity, I also had no desire to add my complaints to the internet cacophony.  I was--and still am--living on the edge of emotional and intellectual exhaustion, dancing between slivers of hope, desperately sought, and utter despair, fueled by news and politics.  The latter I try to avoid, but the impact is getting so close that I can practically smell the smoke from the dumpster fire.

That smoke is starting to clear, thanks to winds of change.  There is disturbing news, and there is news of resistance.  There is inhumanity, but there is a wave of humanity rising against it.  To quote Susan Cooper, "The Dark is rising."...but we can turn it back.  We have to turn it back.

This will be the year of the Fire Horse in Asian astrology, the sign I was born under almost sixty years ago.  It is a sign of independence, optimism, good humor, and warmhearted generosity.  I am hoping to rediscover those aspects of myself that have been ebbing in my recent circumstances.

This Fire Horse Year:

I am turning sixty.

I am retiring from a thirty-three year career in public education, begun thirty-nine years ago.

I am looking forward to another career path, to be of service and financially prepare for real retirement in seven to ten years.

I am coming to terms with my flaws and foibles, focusing on fixing what I can.

I am coming to terms with entering my last trimester of life, and how I want that to look and feel.

I will be having my first major surgery, one that will leave me less parts than I was born with...I am coming to terms with that as well.

My Fire Horse may just be a four-legged phoenix, burning its way into my crone years...my renaissance.

"Abraxas", AI Art by Colleen Bruggman

Tuesday Slice: The librarians

 

It's the third night of our state library conference.   Over a hundred librarians are gathered in a large ballroom-turned-assembly.  There's popcorn in paper bags and flavored water.  Usually night activities at the conference are lighter fare like illustrator sketch-offs, but tonight the mood is more somber.

We are there to see a screening of the documentary, "The Librarians".

Texas seems to be an incubator for book-banning; some reports have this state placing second only to Florida in the number of challenges.  Librarians are often the target, both professionally and personally-- dangerously so.  The documentary turns the lens on several of those librarians, as well as exposing the money and politics backing the organized efforts to censor materials. 

There is resistance.  Groups such as the Texas FReadom Fighters and Texas Freedom to Read Project highlight the positive impact libraries make every day and support the right to access materials.  There is some good news, too: we learned that every book challenge that has made it to the courts has been ruled in favor of intellectual freedom.

Librarians protect the right to access materials; that right is codified in law.  That access is open to all, regardless of political or religious leanings.  

Librarians are protecting your right to read.  During this National Library Week, visit a library.  Give the workers behind the circulation desk and in the stacks a smile and knowing nod.  You may not know what battles they may be fighting on your behalf.

And if a screening of "The Librarians" opens near you, buy a ticket.