Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Sixty-Three
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Still can’t swallow. Test is negative. But who wants to be sick?
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Maybe I still need more pants.
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Leftover wonton soup.
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I remember that it’s Wednesday which means there is a meeting after all.
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One hand wrapped around a cup of coffee. The other hand grips the warm steering wheel. I stare out over the valley floor as I guide the car down the hill. I smile to myself. Mornings like these.
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I am caught by surprise.
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Sometimes I feel like the compliments are backhanded.
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First club member!
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Now we’re missing two.
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They played so much better. Last game: 54-12. Tonight’s game: 41-21.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Sixty-Two
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Not already.
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Always so cold by the window.
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One cup and then two cups and then three cups.
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The minutes of the morning are slipping through my fingers.
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“I don’t know what I don’t know,” I say. And so I take more notes and get to work.
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I don’t say anything because I am the newest one and I know the least. I can only respond from my gut, and my gut says that they’re not ready.
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“There’s an app.”
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They are unfocused and I think it’s just the change in environment. It is not the gym and therefore it does not feel like practice.
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I am standing in the sun, shielding my eyes from the light, and there is a slight breeze. It almost feels like summer. In just another month we will be sunning on the deck with a glass of wine.
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Dinner is late. Dinner does not have enough salt. But we eat and we talk and we laugh.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Sixty-One
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So cold.
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Coffeecake from a box while the coffee brews.
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I stuff my bag with things for the day: a computer, a water bottle, a notebook, leftover caesar salad, a tote bag full of snacks for the bus ride home.
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No Zooms until after lunch.
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I tell him that I am still angry. So angry that I could cry.
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The crunch of gravel underfoot. The warmth of the sun. Clear blue sky. The yellow of the mustard.
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Always waiting for one.
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I take the blame on this one. I could have done something different. She tells me that there really wasn’t much more I could have done.
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She says she’s reading James Patterson. We laugh. Then they talk about books and how expensive it is to them. I tell them about Thriftbooks. “I’m just glad to hear you spend money on books,” I say. “Well, I spend money on other things, too,” she says.
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So, so hungry.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Sixty
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Do I really need to go to the grocery store today?
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Out of the corner of my eye, a flash of bright blue of the morning sky.
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So many baskets.
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We stand on the sidewalk and he leans in closer and says, “…but this is why we live in California, right?” I nod my head in agreement. Sunny skies and 70 degrees in late January does not suck.
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I tell the coach that last year I was at one of these parks every day of the week. Every. Day. Oh, boy.
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Website is live.
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Maybe, someday, I would like a small vineyard.
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I make a pitstop at the olive oil store and walk the shells. There might be fifty kinds of pasta, all kinds of Italian foodstuffs, oils, and vinegars. I grab a big bag of grissini and have her cut me a large chunk of Gruyere.
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They do seem excited.
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Is there no room for honesty?
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Nine
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Another sweaty night.
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I lay in the dark a little longer and then I remember that she will be here soon.
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I keep my eyes closed until I remember that I actually need to wake up.
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Dried strawberries.
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But not too much.
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It’s bright and clean and quiet. I am silently grateful that she isn’t talking very much. Though she keeps telling me I look too young to have children.
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These one-hour meetings are always so productive.
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Shrimp scampi in orzo.
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Selfishly, maybe more girls from basketball will come. And if they do, then they will be in even better shape next season. And also, I do miss running.
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Ice cream.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Eight
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What is that noise? Is it his breathing? No. It’s almost frightening, like someone trying to scream. Must be some kind of animal.
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The cry-squawk-screech continues.
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The drive is easy. Reverse commute this time of day. Only two hot air balloons staggered across the horizon.
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She looks familiar but she also has a mask on, so who knows.
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Can I do it?
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The sheep are here. The sheep are here.
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It’s done. And now I wonder if I should even write the words.
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They ask me how the game went. “We lost by 4. We were this close. But we did keep them from scoring.”
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I think they can do it.
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Sigh. No ice cream.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Seven
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Of course I would wake up forty-five minutes before the alarm.
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I remember that I forgot to turn on the wash last night.
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More chicken tortilla soup for breakfast.
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He asks me if I’m going into the office and I say that I am and he says he thinks that is a good idea.
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No meetings = more productivity.
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Should have just eaten it cold.
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I think I have managed to accomplish something today and that feels good.
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I realize that the doors of my office are open while I’m telling the person on the phone about my suspected spider bite on my tailbone.
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I feel like I am yelling more than normal.
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Game nights are always the hardest.
Ten. One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Six
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Mid-week slump.
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Soup for breakfast. I dump tortilla chips and shredded cheddar and cilantro into the bottom of the bowl before adding two ladles of chicken tortilla soup.
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Where are my Collins glasses?
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I like his energy, too.
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It’s finished.
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I try to move about quietly, finding the right angles, the best way to be unobtrusive. “I’m taking pictures of *****,” I say to myself. “Who is going to eat all of this cheese?”
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I’m still not entirely sure that I know what I’m doing. But also I do.
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It’s finished.
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Sounds like a gunshot. Do I even know what a gunshot sounds like?
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2017 Tablas Creek Espirit Blanc. 2017 Mt. Brave Cabernet Franc.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Five
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Quiet. So quiet.
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But sometimes you need validation.
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I think about the words I wrote. I know that even if they hear the words, or read the words, the effect won’t last long. Because people like them have short memories.
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Zoom. Zoom. Zoom.
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I really dig his energy.
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We are both 65 on the inside.
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In need of a system.
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Can we just maintain the deficit?
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The other coach stops to tell me that I’m doing a good job. That he could tell how much we’ve progressed since we last played them. “You really frustrated my girls.”
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I tell her that even though we sometimes get frustrated by what they still can’t do, other people can see their growth and that’s important to recognize.
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She realizes that she signed up for these nauseating bus rides for another season. We laugh.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Four
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We weren’t actually out of coffee.
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What’s up with my podcasts not playing?
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Hashbrowns and sausage. But water first.
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He waves at another car passing by. He says he loves this little town. I smile to myself. I get it. I get the feeling. I also feel the feeling.
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So many bags.
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Why do I look so shiny? Maybe I should draw the blinds.
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I tell him that I know what to do. I will write. They will know that they did not win. This is not about winning.
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Can barely remember the last time I used my camera. It feels good to be making again.
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I start to tear up a little bit while formulating my awards banquet speech. “Coaching your girls has helped me to be a better mother,” I say to myself. We’re almost done. What will I do when it’s over?
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It’s no Inishi Kitchen.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Three
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Out of coffee.
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Laundry before leaving.
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It is so much brighter but so much colder than I expected it to be.
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I stare out across the horizon and count the hot air balloons.
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I miss flowers.
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Not big enough.
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I don’t know if I can keep my eyes open.
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He says that even though things still aren’t easy now, it’s a different kind of stress than before. I said it’s because that wasn’t stress - it was psychological torture.
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“If you’ve got the money, you usually find yourself on the right side.”
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Hopeful for a resolution.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Two
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We keep the window open to let the breeze in. The winds are strong. Large branches are banging against the roof and the sides of the house.
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Dark.
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I catch a strip of hot pink sky before heading out to sweep off the decks.
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She says she checks my blog for proof of life. I laugh. I realize that there are people who might be worried by my absence.
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The pop-pop-pop of fire.
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Today we take it easy on the mat and it just the right pace for today.
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Lunch at Acacia House under a bright sun. We eat outside on the porch. The chef comes to the table and I am certain my eyes get big.
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Massican Annia and Robert Biale Black Chicken. Burger. Fries. Asian Pear Upside-Down Cake.
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Can’t not think about it.
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It is not funny, but it is extremely wild.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-One
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One-something in the morning.
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Three-something in the morning.
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I should be trying to go back to sleep.
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The skin on this arm looks weird. Booster side effect?
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He’s still sleeping.
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I always worry that the whir of the coffee grinder will wake everyone but no one is stirring.
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First take was the best take.
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We share our last meals. Duck confit, gratin potatoes, haricot verts, and a big bottle of Burgundy. Creme brulee for dessert.
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Everything is aglow.
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I feel like there is some direction.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty
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I keep thinking about the dead robin on the deck. Is it still there?
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Quiet and coffee.
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I don’t really want to be in my emails at this time of the morning.
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The skirt feels fancy yet liberating
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He tells me that I was sending emails well before he was awake. I tell him that I’m not sure that’s a good thing.
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You can feel his warmth and authenticity through the screen and that rarely happens.
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I worry about how close we are even though we are outdoors. I think we are all pushing it out of our minds.
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I feel a little bit of imposter syndrome creeping up and then remember that it is just an opportunity to learn.
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“What a difference a little bit of confidence makes, huh?”
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Maybe we can make it work.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Nine
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I hear the door creak but I’m too tired to get out of the bed to see who it is. My guess is the big kid is on the hunt for a midnight snack while he sneaks youtube.
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The alarm will be going off in a little over three hours. I try not to let that frighten me.
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Tiger King.
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I heard a loud thud against the window and turn my head to see a robin on its back, shuddering, before going limp.
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We name the trees. The sky is bright blue. The grass and weeds are vibrant shades of green.
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One day, I’ll be able to sit still long enough to complete a project.
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“It’s either mess up your shoes or not play.”
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We needed this win.
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Twenty-four points and still an L.
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I am probably more tired than I want to believe.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Eight
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So sore.
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Oh yes, the booster shot.
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Nerves, but for a reason.
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I try to stay focused but nature is busy outside of the window: a fat gray squirrel, a finch, a broad-chested robin.
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Okay. So we are on the same page.
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A quiet thud. I look down and see a wasp on the slate tile beside my foot.
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“Wasp tells you that there is a reason for the season. Whatever you are going through actually advances you unwittingly.”
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So much potential. I feel like we keep saying that over and over again: “There is so much potential and opportunity.”
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They stick around until their teammate has finished, and that means more than everything else.
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I need everyone to stop talking.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Seven
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I pour coffee in the mug and then more coffee into a to-go mug to take upstairs.
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6:30am virtual calls with your best friend. One hour is never enough.
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Where is everyone? They start to slide through the door at 7:58.
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Two, four, six, eight, nine. I will play the tenth.
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Focus.
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That’s a lot of dry needles.
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On the way out she tells me she hopes my arm isn’t too sore.
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My arm feels quite sore.
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No dessert.
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Hmmmm.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Six
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I can keep on sleeping.
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I wonder if I also make that much noise. I don't think I do. I'm almost certain do not.
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Start the beans.
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I keep the headphones in my ears. No more crime podcasts; must find something funny.
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I intended to do laundry, but instead I am scrolling through Pinterest.
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“You belong because you're in the room.”
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I burn my tongue taste-testing the beans. More molasses.
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Sore triceps.
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Sancerre and San Francisco 49ers aka how you know you live in wine country.
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Less worry, more faith.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Five
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Better wake up now.
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Insulated cup for coffee.
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The hallways is fragrant; she left a candle burning again.
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We begin our practice and I immediately drop into gratitude while looking at the way the light makes the wood walls glow.
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Can always tell when it’s been more than a week.
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Getting closer.
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I didn’t even know he was gone.
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Why are these gourds still here?
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Pork Noodle Soup with Ginger and Toasted Garlic.
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She asks if there is dessert. There isn’t. Now I’m craving ice cream.
Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Four
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Ready for the extra day off.
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We watch the sunlight slip through the valley, illuminating the pines and the glowing green hills.
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I tell him that really, he is one of the more responsible ones. Even at 10, he gets it in different ways. He’s just smart.
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I read all of my notes and make a list of what was said and what needs to be done.
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What do I need?
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He tells me that my CV is very impressive and that I should be proud of the work I’ve done. And I don’t know why I needed to hear that, but I did, and it almost makes me cry at the table.
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Bus isn’t here yet.
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I keep looking at the scoreboard and I am trying to maintain my composure.
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I tell her that I think the long week is catching up to me.
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If my goal for the season was to make them more confident, and that is what I’m seeing, then I am, indeed successful, no matter the record.