Okay, BLOG, I've been traveling. Was at one conference and now here I am at another. Sure I'm super tired, but I'm all about the learning. And sure I've neglected the blogging enterprise, but there was stuff going on. I am now in a hotel, in an undisclosed location in Missouri. I plan to stay in this hotel, which has a chalet decor, for the next 48 hours. Be patient, blog.
Every morning at 8:45 am, I stand outside and open car doors for kids arriving by car. Mr. 3rd Grader hopped out of his car and then stood talking for awhile, "It might be near 80 degrees today and that's why I'm wearing shorts." "And you're also wearing this nice shirt," I answered referring to his short sleeved plaid number. "This shirt is very light. Feel it." While pinching the fabric on his sleeve I concurred, "It is light. I love cotton." "I could wear this shirt to a dance and dance all night." "Yeah, I guess you could. That would be fun." "I could dance all night," Mr. 3rd Grader announced again. Then he walked on up the ramp to school. Then another kid, Little Kinder Girl, hopped out of her car. She came at me with her mouth open wide. I looked in there, thinking maybe she lost a tooth or something. "Is my mouth bleeding," she asked me. "No, I saw no blood in there." "Well it…
I was going to head out to work at a coffee shop, but then I decided to sequester myself in the bedroom. Offspring won't wake up for hours and Husbandman is off in a faraway land called Illinois. I have everything I need nearby, so this should not take long. I have to read an article, and think hard about all the meanings in a little kid's story. It could be fun if I keep the right mindset in mind. And speaking of right mindsets in mind, Tomorrow I go back to school. I'm ready, Freddie. I am going to keep my head down and focus on work like nobody's business. Copying In Other Words, my aim is to finish strong. As my dad likes to say to me at this time of year, "You're on short time now Pal."
Spring Break Fairy's going to kick me into gear today. I have some writing to do. I am reading about glocalization and flows. This stuff is pretty hard to understand, but it's interesting none the less. I'm trying to think of an April blogging challenge topic. Maybe we should all commit to 30 days of blogging and imagery on our own topics? Big news: yesterday we saw some northern shovelers at the duck pond. And of course we saw quite a few ring necks as well. I'm a little down today because of all the time I wasted watching The Bachelor. The finale really freaked me out, with Chantal crying and then the disclosures after the show about Brad's horrible anger management issues. Geez. I've got to up my game here. Obv.
Second day of spring break was a big improvement. First of all, I love Sunday mornings. Because Husbandman and I work on the Sunday puzzle and read the paper. So I was already in a good mood to begin with. Then we headed out to Leonard Springs Nature Hike. We're pretty sure we saw a Greater Scaup there. After that I read a 2 books, back and forth. The day could not have been better.
First Day of spring break? A bit of a bust, but it can only get better from here. I was already in kind
of a bad mood after waking up from a a crazyheavynap, when we decided to watch our Netflix movie, Never Let Me Go. If you want to see an
extremely sad movie that could very possibly make you cry and feel depressed for the rest of the afternoon, go ahead and see that one. On the upside, after I decided to stop crying, we headed out to the bird platform and saw some ring necked ducks. On the bad side, this guy pulled up and told us we couldn't be there without a permit. Geez. I didn't let the guy get to me because he was friendly enough and used a courteous tone. Now #1 Son and Husbandman have headed out to another movie and I'm going to read books on my iPad in solitary confinement. Tomorrow I expect to wake up cheerful and energetic. Tomorrow will be a first day of spring break redo.
I saw this painting a few weeks ago and thought it was by Tanguy, one of my favorite painters, but come to find out, Kay Sage was the artist. Find out more about Kay Sage below. She's pretty neat.
Walked with the firsties over to the park this week. To collect leaves and nuts and seedpods. One little held my hand and walked along with me.
"I still have your song," she told me. "I sing it every night."
I came in her room over a month ago and sang zippidy doo da, so I asked her if that was the one she was talking about. It was. I was pretty flattered, but also a bit sad that I hadn't been back in a month to sing cool songs with the firsties. "I'll bring more songs soon," I told her.
"You know those wooden benches?" she asked me.
I didn't know them for certain, so I just said, "Yes I do."
"Well that's where my father slipped with his slippery shoes and broke his arm really bad."
I asked, "Was tha…