Suddenly going from teaching 13 units to 4 has needless to say, altered my routine. Lesson prepping, grading assignments and building modules on my Canvas shells have been replaced with updating my resume and applying for part time work.
This morning I even exercised, squinting at my laptop trying to follow the blonde woman in spandex doing Barre exercises, as two loads of laundry were churning and clunking. I worked on, for the first time, an OER project which I submitted a proposal for in the summer of last year. And get this, I even did some non-required reading while I was eating leftover Korean fried chicken and rice noodle soup topped with sauteed kimchi.
I burst out laughing reading about Ann Patchett’s three fathers predicting the fate of a photograph of them posing with her in their wedding attire at her request. Startled, our younger cat dropped the chicken bone he was gently dragging off my plate, and I kept laughing, rereading the line, “And Mike said, ‘You know what she’s doing, don’t you? She’s going to wait until the three of us are dead and then she’s going to write about us. This is the picture that will run with the piece.'” Because that was the picture at the beginning of her essay entitled “Three Fathers”.
It is raining outside, and a large frond from a palm tree has flown from our neighbor’s yard into ours. I need to take a shower and put on the warm bedsheets that have just come out of the dryer before I go pick up the kids from school.
mijin kang 