Friday Confessions.

It’s been a week of a niggling health worries. Not me, others. I worry that Arwen is coping with her grandfather’s death. I worry about several friends on my Flickr group: Beff’s been readmitted to hospital after her ileostomy wound got infected, Madge is feeling really low and her lupus is acting up. Dinx was in bed all day yesterday, and Lindsay’s freaked about her mother coming to visit.


Yesterday I also exaggerated somewhat. I told a student that I could speak French. And then he asked me the alphabet in French. And I had to call Beth to make sure, because I totally forgot some letters. I remembered ‘y’ sounded like a water bird, but I couldn’t remember which one. Egret. That’s it. Thanks, Beth!


Also, I didn’t go to belly dancing last night: Too lazy. Instead, I went home, drank wine and ate chips. Y’know. The complete antithesis to anything healthy.


Meh. Anyone else feel a vague sense of guilt hovering over their shoulders?

5 Comments to “Friday Confessions.”

  1. By Gecko Bloggle, June 20, 2008 @ 4:52 pm

    Not really.

    Should I feel bad about that?

    I probably should.

    I always miss the point where I should feel guilty.

    Siiiiiiiigh…

  2. By Beth, June 20, 2008 @ 6:54 pm

    You’re welcome. I spoke French for years until I put together that the name of Y actually translated as “Greek I” – eegrek – phonetically speaking.
    I had students saying today how sad they would be when school ended next week because they would miss school, and inside I was thinking that I would be doing a dance and not miss anything. And then I was thinking that I still have at least 6 years to retirement! Poor little blighters.

  3. By rachel, June 20, 2008 @ 8:24 pm

    I feel guilty that I didn’t call either my cousin or my best friend from high school while I was in New York. We were just too pooped. But I feel like I should have at least called to say, “We’re too tired to see you, but we thought of you!” Now they’re going to find out we were there and feel bad about it.

  4. By elswhere, June 20, 2008 @ 8:46 pm

    Rachel—that is the Curse of Visiting Places you Used to Live In (or really anywhere where you know lots of people)—there’s just no time to visit everyone in any one visit. We just swung through Seattle last weekend and the guilt about all the people we weren’t visiting, or even telling we were there, it was overwhelming. I don’t even blog most of our Seattle visits, partly to avoid offense as much as possible.

  5. By Liz, June 20, 2008 @ 10:08 pm

    Mr Bloggle, never miss an opportunity not to feel guilty. Trust me on this one.
    Beth, poor little blighters, indeed. I feel that way whenI see mine who have little respite in the summertime, and wish their mothers would understand that a day at the beach is educational as well.
    Rachel, Els is right. There’s really never enough time. My friend Amy has a novel, if imperfect, solution to the problem: She bulk-emails everyone to meet for coffee, dinner, lunch, or drinks (whatever suits her schedule), and it’s up to those in the city she’s visiting to either get there, or not. It works, to an extent.

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