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My everyday life

Usually, I take my inspiration and input from life and the people in it. This post, however, was inspired by the daily newspaper my boyfriend gets, Der Standard. There was an article about writing and some suggestions how to start.

Therefore, I give you the chance to live my everyday (Corona) life. Enjoy!
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The alarm rings at 7.30- and though it is my alarm clock spreading piano sounds or birdsong, it is not technically my alarm. My boyfriend gets up at this time, and me usually with him. ๐Ÿ˜‡While he is feeding the cats, I am washing my face and listening to him talking to them. Occasionally, they answer him – I wonder how anyone can be communicative in the morning, but that’s just me. ๐Ÿ˜‚I often make the bed and open the bedroom window, and he prepares coffee- black for him, caffelatte for me. Sometimes we switch.

We have our coffee on the couch, usually Coco settles on my chest and purrs, wheraeas Rambo indulges in his morning routine and cleans all his four paws. It seems to take hin forever, but cats have time, you see. I am perfectly happy watching the cats and drinking coffee; my boyfriend often solves Sudoku or reads the news on his phone.
From time to time we discuss our grocery shopping list before we go to our separate home offices.

At the time ho closes the door to the office, I roll out my yoga mat and prepare for this routine of mine. ๐Ÿ™When the mood strikes, I dress in yoga wear, yet more often I just keep my pjs. Who cares? For ten minutes I follow Kassandra through a yoga flow as best as I can -my best, however, is not always a beautiful sight, believe me. Afterwards, I meditate for some minutes. (on rare occasions I only meditate and skip yoga, only to do it after lunch…) Only then do I feel ready to get dressed and tackle my teaching-from-home day.

My mood often sinks when I check my e-mails; I hate the office job my teaching has become in this phase. ๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ˜ฌHowever, since this is the task I hate most, I answer all the e-mails from students and my boss first and read the ones I must. The rest is ignored. Daily. If urgent, I guess they will write again.
Afterwards, I open the platform โ€œTeamsโ€œ I work with and check which class had homework due. Most weeks I give each close one deadline for three assignments: 1) vocab and grammar 2) reading or listening tasks 3) writing or something creative, e.g. a questionnaire. Correcting vocab is easy, I just check if they wrote the list 25 times. Then I upload solutions so they can correct their own grammar, hoping they learn something from that.๐Ÿ˜ˆ The reading and paraphrasing of vocab they often have to do takes me longer to go through and give feedback to; some of the explanations give me a headache due to their lack of clarity.

This is usually the time I need a break for coffee, or a yoghurt, or a muesli – I love taking the break outside on our bench. ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒธThe second half of the morning proceeds: I sit in front of a screen and correct homework. It takes me forever to do this digitally. Checking the writing tasks is normally fun, if it is a good class and they do it well. Sometimes I do this after lunch, though, when the other two have taken so long.

For lunch we cook together, listen to music and often set the table on the balcony. I love how it is spring and I can watch birds and see everything blossom. I like keeping the cooking going, my boyfriend loves cutting onions precisely, which never ceases to amuse me. He is adorable.๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ We try out something new today, and I like it. A creature of habit, him, it has to be coffee and chocolate after lunch, yet I am already impatient to get back to my corrections- sometimes I clean the kitchen while he is sitting there with his coffee, sometimes I just start corrections. It is rare for me to sit with him.

After my corrections are done, I have to create new assignments for the class. Mostly I already know how I would like to proceed with the tasks in the book; when the mood strikes I create something for them myself. ๐Ÿ™‚ This is fun and I can lose myself in this for some time and am perfectly happy.

At about 3/4 p.m. comes the time I am antsy and can not sit anymore, so I switch off the laptop. To release my energy, these days, I bring out the trash or clean the huge windows or change the bedsheets- something we used to do at the weekend. Grocery shopping on foot helps, too, as does going for a quick walk by the river. Occasionally I just sunbathe after this, or watch Shadowhunters. If I need female conversation, I call one of my friends for a chat and some silly banter. It is amazing how much I miss them. Once a week I videochat with my parents, who I have not seen since Christmas.

Once my boyfriend is done, we have an after work drink: sparkling wine or Martini on the balcony. ๐Ÿ’‘I love this time to wind down. We regularly go for a walk then, glimpse in our favourite neighborhood gardens or watch the fish by the pond, and talk about our day. I feel we talk more walking, so I enjoy listening to him.

At 7.30 pm the news is on in Austria, and that is when we have dinner and listen to the current Corona news. At 8 pm I switch of my phone – before I answer some messages. I love reading cheesy books in the evening, or colouring mandalas, or writing in my thankfulness diary. My boyfriend reads Der Standard, and I skim it for something interesting. Sometimes we solve a Sudoku together before brushing our teeth and going to bed. It soothes me to hear his breathing and Coco purring on my pillow and to feel Rambo’s weight on my feet. I feel loved and safe most days, despite it all.

I hope reading about my day gave you a refuge from your everyday Corona life for some minutes. And I hope your daily life gives you happiness still, as does mine.โค

Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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