Lots of new experiences
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
In Japan, spring is a time of new beginnings, as I suppose it is everywhere, but here, even the school year starts in April (in New Zealand, too, I think.)
My last year as a full-time teacher has been completely online. What a strange last year to have after 24 years in the same school! But this year has been strange for everyone, hasn’t it! I’m officially retiring on March 31st, but I have nothing more to do as a full-timer because it’s the spring vacation. I’m continuing as a part-timer from April 1st in the same school but on a newly-built campus in a different part of town. I’ll have no office to keep my stuff so it’s going to have a very different feel.
I want to continue teaching to keep myself active but I’ve had doubts about the part-time work because caregiving for DH took a new twist this year. His other conditions are all related, but cancer was a new one on us. It sounds scary, but the outlook is good. Other conditions of his have caused more trouble, so it doesn’t feel scary to me and not particularly to him, I don’t think. People said, “Your caregiving load will increase,” and I thought, “Why should it?” but they were right. I’ve had to learn to do incision care and ostomy care, both firsts for me. It’s actually interesting and satisfying when I get good results, but I am busier than I would otherwise be.
I went on one of the long hikes with two friends I do sometimes. DH was in hospital, so I was freer in a way, but I had to go to the hospital in the afternoon for training for his care. The faster woman obviously wanted us to crank things up from our usual already quite fast pace. I wasn’t altogether happy but I wanted to get to the hospital on time anyway. The other friend likes to chat, but I couldn’t concentrate on a second language, on the fast pace, and on the path with loose stones, and I sprained my ankle. My daughter had to substitute for me at the hospital. When DH came out, he couldn’t walk, and I could barely walk. Not good. Those long hikes, often on unsafe ground, have to go, methinks. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to deal with that - the two friends are already raring to go again.
DH was determined to get back on his feet. The first two days at home, he dragged himself out of the house and then got stuck on the concrete outside the front door. My daughter and I had to get an ambulance or he would not have got to dialysis. The next day the same thing happened, this time when he wanted to get out of the house to his favorite coffee shop. My daughter cut her date short and came back home and did most of the dragging back into the house. Thirty-six-year-old muscles work better than seventy-year-old muscles, especially with a sprained ankle. Now he can walk and we went to the coffee shop, but it’s still a bit precarious.
Today I went to one of those friends’ laughing class. It was fun, and the other three women are lovely. One of them wants me to start an English conversation class. My friend said I should! Yeah right! I do want to some time in the future, but I had to explain that I have too much on my plate at the moment. Tomorrow night is my Zoom book group. I’m looking forward to that. A friend there has a disabled husband so I don’t have to explain anything. I can just sit there and talk with my glass of wine in my hand. Aaaaaah!