🍳 Uff, yesterday

 "Write about yesterday."

Yesterday was a particular day. I think it is worth reading. It started relatively straightforward; there were no drawbacks or problems until 8 a.m. I woke two hours early.

"What happened at that hour, Cesar?" You may ask. One of my international students called over and asked me if she could take her Thursday class today. That is very problematic since several hours are separating us, and it is changing the schedule I have. I was having breakfast at that specific time, so I answered, "Yes, Rimi, sure we can." and continued eating a peanut-butter toast with some milk. 

Surprisingly, after eating, I did not go to my workspace, which is my favorite part of the house. I started cleaning the dust in the stairs with my green broom—I thought it could relax my muscles a bit; I needed a change occasionally. When I finished, instead of going to my red chair and turning the computer on, I went to have a walk; the day seemed quite warm and gloomy. "Now or never, baby," I said when I closed the main door.  

    While walking, I received a notification—It surprised me, no one has my number, and every app's notifications are deactivated. I immediately thought something terrible was happening. I brought my cellphone out of my pocket and discovered my Indian student had changed the class' hour in the shared calendar. I felt relief until I realized the hour she chose was the same my Brasilian student had chosen. 

I ran back home.

    Wide awake by now, I got home, turned the door's key to the left, sat down at the desk, unfolded my laptop, typed my password, opened the calendar, waited five seconds, and yelled. "Jesus, both classes will be at the same hour," I thought, scared. "Who is more friendly, in this case? Andressa or Rimi? Andressa, next step, call her and tell her what happened."

    Thankfully, the Brazilian girls are very comprehensive and kind.  She accepted taking her class earlier that day and suggested I do the entire lesson in french because she wanted to practice; I said that was fabulous. A couple of minutes later, I had finished my latest schedule.

    However, that did not last long. To make my day more interesting, my grandparents called me. They wanted me to go eating with them and Maleny's family. Do you remember Maleny? My cousin, who encouraged and had a baby when I started my first notes of the book.  

    I immediately went to theirs and saw my nephews Emma and Camila, for the first time—the main character's name in my novel was Emma, now you know why—. They were small but active creatures. To take one example of their wilderness, while dining, Camila, the youngest of the two, took her spoon out of my grandmother's hand and started eating by herself. That moment struck me because she is an eight-month-old girl. Not even her two-year-old sister can do that. Nevertheless, I wanted to go there because of my cousin. I had brought her and her family a couple of shiny postcards I bought on Ventura's sunny and windy beach and Quebec's old port in Canada. 

Fortunately, the day ended up with no complications, and I fell asleep at 9:30 p.m. My body could not do more.

Onward...