Stupidly, I checked my email this morning. There was a note from someone on campus, saying that the headmaster has requested a meeting with members of a committee I'm still on (until September), and it's going to be at noon. I checked the date. That's noon, today.
I'm guessing this is going to be an unpleasant meeting with bad news about budget stuff.
My seemingly peaceful week has suddenly gotten less relaxed. I made an appointment yesterday to get my car's oil changed (after the long trip) and the air conditioning checked (for this afternoon). Usually, I don't worry about car air conditioning because I'm a dog at heart: I prefer to have all the windows open and sort of put my head out with my tongue and ears flapping in the breeze. But my Mom is coming to visit, and while we never had air conditioning in our cars as kids, and she poohpoohed our desire for such, now I'll hear endlessly if I don't have it in good repair. ("Why don't you get it repaired?" "Because I'm a dog at heart and like hanging my head out the window." Just doesn't make it...)
(We took a vacation once which involved driving our un-air conditioned car across a high desert towing a trailer. The car was overheating, and you know how to help a car with overheating issues? You turn on the heat, full blast. So we drove across the desert with the heat on, a canvas waterbag hanging on the front bumper [haven't seen those for a long while], and wet towels on our faces as we hung out the windows to get what breeze we could.)
So, yeah, I invited my Mom to visit for a week. She made reservations to visit for 10 days, because "it's hardly worth it to fly across country for less than a couple weeks."
There's a sort of disconnect where she doesnt' quite believe that I shouldn't just up and drop everything to spend time with her. She wants a full week at Thanksgiving, and just can't quite buy that I have things to do in addition to attending my classes. And she wants to watch me teach. Imagine, for a moment, your parent going to watch you at work. (Do other parents expect this? Is it a teaching thing, or do lawyers' parents watch them in court or consulting with clients?)
So, yeah, a full 10 days. And it's my own damned fault.
Fortunately, my sister-in-law is a goddess, and we're going there for a weekend. And it looks like my niece will be coming to visit me for part of the visit, so that should give my Mom something to focus on besides the failure that is me.
I have another meeting on Thursday (to get help teaching The Latehomecoming) and an appointment on Friday because it sucks to be a middle-aged female in oh so many mundane, boring, unworriesome but mildly painful ways.
On a more cheerful note: we had a good ride yesterday, finding our way to this little town in the middle of nowhere, though not far from our small city. It had gone from mid-70s to high 80s or more while we were out, so we were drinking a lot of water. And there, in the middle of nowhere was a bar. So we went in, and the bartender kindly refilled our water bottles with cold water, and the locals were friendly (in nice ways). We commiserated about the heat. And when we left, we were glad to be outside in the heat rather than inside in the smoky air conditioned bar.
But, I bet we gave them something to chuckle about for a while, two middle-aged women in lycra on a hot day walk into a bar.
I'd better shower. We're headed for the 90s today, so I'm going to wear shorts to the meeting. It's summer!