"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 93 ~ Frustration
The day didn't quite go the way I
expected, and I found myself in an
unusual, bad mood. The most common
bad feeling I have is sadness, and
I can occasionally be upset in
passing. But today I was possessed
by a terrible mood. I was trying
to make progress in teaching my
son Spanish syntax, and he was
slower than ever. What I
envisioned finishing in ten
minutes took us more than an hour.
When I went to make lunch, the
potatoes I counted on having cut
by my boyfriend were as whole as
the day they were harvested (he
forgot). To
make matters
worse, I
jammed my
right thumb
two days ago
playing
volleyball and
it was getting
in the way of
anything I
tried to do. In
my race against the clock to
finish before my son's German
lesson, I would accidentally bump
it and jump in pain. I felt so
helpless, yet
I couldn't ask
for help
because my
boyfriend was
not home and I
wanted my son
to finally
finish the
homework I had
given him.
Time solved
all my
problems. My
son's teacher
arrived and
whatever he
had, he had.
Like it or
not, time was
up, and so was
my mood. My
needless
frustration
dissolved.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...