Conjuring up mom
Faced with the daunting task of learning how to relax, this morning after Tatjana and Tin had left for school, I heated up my now cold tea and sat on the screened porch attempting it. I fidgeted, I got up and cleaned, I went and replaced all the tea candles in their holders, I decided to wash all the dog and cat dishes, I changed the clothes from the washer to the dryer.
Then I sat again and I said, “Mom, I am going to learn how to relax.” Not that she ever did, she paced her apartment till she wore a circular path around her kitchen so appropriately equipped with a bar that she could not have to sit down, but instead lean on, to smoke her cigarettes, write in her notebook, and dream her dreams.
I’m entering the class called Relax 101, and I have no previous experience. Studying is harder than it seems.