I have a Garmin watch that tells me when my phone's ringing because it's connected by blue tooth. So this morning, I was in my bedroom dressing when my watch buzzed and I saw I was getting a call from my Mom, so I ran into the living room, except I didn't get there because for the first time ever, I tripped on a rug and went splat, onto a hard tile floor and head into a wall. Fortunately, my head hit the wall to the side rather than, as it were, head on. Still, it was a whack. I took a moment to get up, wondering if I'd given myself a concussion (pretty sure I didn't at this point some hours later), and realizing I'd also whacked a knee.
I'd missed the call, but called back right away. My Mom had called. The week before last, she'd asked me to send her some playing cards, and I had, but stupidly sent pinochle cards. I didn't even look at the labeling, and even if I had, I don't think I'd have realized that pinochle cards aren't a regular deck of cards. (My Mom let me know that, and has repeatedly every time we talk of late.) I offered (last week) to get a another deck and send it to her, but she declined, assuring me that her friend plays bridge regularly and can probably lend her a deck.
This morning, she was calling to ask me to go get a deck and send it to her. So I asked, didn't your friend have a deck to lend you? Yes, she said, but it's a brand new deck, and I don't want to open it. And I said that if I sent a deck it would also be a brand new deck, so?
I think the point was that she doesn't want to wear out or ruin her friend's cards. So I said when the virus was over, I'd get a brand new deck so she could give that to her friend. And I think that satisfied her. At least about the cards.
My Mom isn't mentally all together these days, and I realize that, but still, it seems wrong that she wanted me to go out and potentially expose myself in a grocery store just so she could have a deck of cards that wasn't new from her friend.
I think I've figured out why I'm so slow putting my classes up on line, other than just procrastinating a bit. I'm basically doing the rereading and rethinking that I'd do for a regular class, AND doing more thinking about trying to teach it on line. And I'm doing it for three classes, and trying in three weeks to put together six weeks of teaching.
It's far less satisfying not knowing how things are going to work for the students and not getting feedback. I hope things will feel less strange when I see that students are working on things and get some feedback.
It's been two and a half hours since my head banging, and it doesn't hurt on the surface, and I don't have a headache or any other issues, so I'm pretty sure I didn't give myself a concussion. Still, as I was flying (literally) for the wall, I did think, that could be it. And then it wasn't.