awakened by a text message
a little headache to get rid of
finished my first book of the summer
received notice about a neighbor’s lost cat
phone calls to deal with health insurance
download photos of twins
what to have for lunch?
a walk in the sunshine
it’s warmer outside than I thought
put on shorts
drive to a meeting
listen to the news
figure out dinner
inspired about an art project
time on the computer
a beer and Longmire
Category Archives: May-be
awakened by a text message
there are days in the time since my children became adults that I have been glad they are out of my house and safely occupied somewhere I presume and I need not worry about them
there are days in the time since my children have become adults that I don’t hear from them for days and though they are surely safely somewhere, I worry
One of my yearly summer past times is to visit the nooks and crannies in my home and clean. I find scraps of poems everywhere. Here are today’s findings:
My only visits to the garden lately
have been at midnight.
Only the roses, with their butter-soft faces,
appear in the light of the moon.
I don’t walk to the apple grove anymore;
too many to pick, my children are gone.
I grieve the loss of daybreak baking.
mmm, trying to remember the inspiration – dust bunnies don’t talk…..
10 girls enjoying pizza after a pool party
1 girl celebrating her 11th birthday
1 best friend from another town
1 girl losing her tooth while she ate
3 girls huddled together, singing a song and rapping on the table
3 girls watching everything quietly from corner positions
1 girl with a green explosion of color on her hair, apparently applied in the pool changing room
10 girls on the threshold
of what lies beyond childhood
I went to a fairly large mall a week ago to buy a gift card at the American Girl doll store for my niece. My visit there brought so many disconcerting feelings. On the one hand, I wished I was a 10 year old girl again so I could drool and save my pennies for things in that doll store. On the other hand, I was disgusted by the amount of stuff I saw in the mall: piles of clothes on display stands, racks and racks of the same clothes in different stores, showcase after showcase of clothing and shoes and handbags.
I felt a huge compulsion to come home and clean out my closet – not so I could justify shopping for something new, but because I felt disgusted with myself for having any amount of anything at all. I just wanted to throw it all aside, pare down to the minimum and move into a 10×10 trailer.
Tomorrow will be one more full day of cleaning my classroom equipment and packing it away for the summer and I’ll probably have to come in Friday just to pack up my desk area – it is a mess all unto itself!
Now that the last week of activities with children and parents is behind me, it is easier to begin reflecting as I cram the last few items into already chock full cupboards and scrub surfaces I should have paid attention to months ago. (How many boogers have been wiped on this little stuffed kitty? How many grubby hands have pushed this school bus across a filthy floor!) My aide, Lupe, and I chuckle at these thoughts but our memories are fresh enough to be pretty grossed out at the same time.
This morning I listened to Lupe talk to our principal during her evaluation about what she learned this year. She has been with me two years now but this was the first year she took over my position when I was out of the classroom twice this year. Her confidence has grown. We also start thinking about what curriculum was especially successful and worth repeating and improving upon, and why we don’t feel that way about other things we did with the kids.
As usual, I have last little bits of fish to fry with building work – creative projects for the walls – yea! So a few more meetings over the next 2 weeks but otherwise, summer vacation begins in earnest this weekend. Sisters coming to town, trips planned, dips in the lake to look forward to and books. Yes, I finally get to get lost in a book and have nothing else I should be doing when that happens.