One minute into the second half. We're up by 4. Yogi Ferrell scores a basket. A gopher scores a basket. Cody Zeller got his third foul. Husbandman is swearing and screaming. Gophers do something that Tubby Smith dislikes. Tubby is screaming. Yogi scores a 3. This is great because Yogi had a bad first half. Now Yogi is hurt. He got hit in the face by a damn gopher. His face is all contorted. Sheehy comes in. Sheehy gets a foul which I do not agree with. Oladipo gets a basket. We are up by 8. I think. Or six. But the point is, the Hoosiers are doing great. As usual. GO IU!
Monday, February 25, 2013
I work all weekend on a public law document for our Artful School. I don't mind the work. We are moving at a good clip and getting stuff done. But then I find out Husbandman is having lunch with #1Son and I get to feeling a bit pitiful and pathetic. Those are my least 2 fave feelings, so I suck it up and keep tallying survey data. When I wake up today, Husbandman tells me #1 Son is sleeping in his bed. I don't want to wake him, so I slip in quietly and sit near his bed on the chair I don't like because it's a chair that he found in someone's trash years ago and likes to have in his room. Anyway, that's neither here nor there. I enjoy my coffee and I enjoy watching #1 Sleep for awhile. I have not seen #1 Son for many weeks so this is a pleasure. I find myself starting to cry a little. For no reason and for every reason so I head out. It would be awkward to wake him up because I'm crying because I miss him when we're right in the same room together. So I express my emotions in a blog recap. And get ready to head on down the road. Big goals today: Finish PL221, Enter a ton of data, help some people with their reading and writing.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
We enter and see the chief mourner (CM) talking with a fellow Visitor. We slowly circle the room to check out the flowers. Super nice. Then we stand next to the open casket for awhile. Then we stand off to the side, waiting to talk to the CM, but CM is still in a long chat with Fellow Visitor.
After standing around awhile, Friend says, "Let's move in a little closer." CM doesn't appear to notice us and after some awkward standing Friend says, "Let's move a little closer." We step closer again. I actually feel we might be a little too close at this point, but I follow Friend's lead.
After a bit, Friend says in an exasperated whisper, "We may have to leave. There's an etiquette to this and it's not being followed here. You're not supposed to hog up the CM's time and attention. You move on after a small while so others can speak with CM. Oh forget it. I'm just going to interrupt them."
So Friend walks up and taps CM. We all exchange hugs and a few supportive words and then we head out. CM resumes her chat with Visitor.
In the car, I congratulate Friend for getting the job done. "You're going to blog this aren't you?" she asks.
And yes, as you can see, I am.
Friday, February 22, 2013
All day Thursday I check the weather, hoping for a 2 hour delay. I'm to travel to Indy on Friday to see a high poverty school that has high test scores. I don't want to go because I'm having trouble getting stuff done. I want to see the school. Just not this week.
I ask everyone I see what they know about the weather. They know the same stuff I know, so I change tactics and ask everyone, "What's your feeling about what will happen tomorrow?" Many are unsure. I attend yoga in the afternoon and when asked to focus on my heartfelt desire, I think about a 2 hour delay. Namaste.
I venture down to attend our community forum, where we talk up our cool school to anyone who has an interest. At 5:57, no one is there. I ask kinder teacher who is v. good at praying to say a prayer that no one will show up so we can head home. She does this, but she says really the prayer should have been prayed earlier because anyone who's coming is already en route and probably the prayer won't make them turn around. She's correct. At 6:01, a family shows up to learn about our school. They seem nice and we would like them to attend so we go into our spiel. Kinder teacher shares info about her unit. She refers to a book about sushi that the kinders read. Potential new kid talks about how he likes sushi and they sometimes make it at home. Surreptitiously, I text Husbandman that I would like to go out for sushi this very evening. The talk goes well. The family seems interested. I sneak out as others tour the building with the fam.
It's snowing, but is it enough, I wonder. The drive home is slow. People taking their time. A little bit of slip sliding, but nothing horrid. Husbandman and I risk our lives and head out for some sushi. It's everything I hope for. We sit at the window table and watch the snow. Will it stick? Will it turn icy later? At home, we see via our TV that some schools have already called the 2 hour delay. I'm exhausted and taciturn. Finally the robocall comes through. We will have a 2 hour delay. Soon after, the text arrives, telling me that the trip to Indy has to be rescheduled. Life is good. I feel at ease and secure in my knowledge of what is to come. Sleep arrives at last.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Big dogs enjoy a nice tooth brushing. Small dogs? Not so much but try to do it anyway. Brush your dog's teeth using dog toothpaste. Human toothpaste can and will kill your dog. Your vet can also clean your dog's teeth, but it's going to cost hundreds of dollars for the dog dental. First the vet will give your dog some meds to loosen her up a bit. Then they'll anesthetize your dog and give your dog an IV of fluids. The vet will use an ultrasound toothcleaning tool to clean your dog's teeth. If your dog has some rotting teeth, the vet will remove those. Or your dog can have a root canal. My sister takes before and after pictures of the dental work, so your vet may do this as well. Ask for the photos and send them to me if possible. Like all of you, I'm now obsessed with dog dental work.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
He yelled back, "Hey. I am standing on the side with a poster. You're doing it." I thought that was v. nice. Slogged along with a gal in pink shorts who kept running past me, and then that little brat would start walking in front of me. By the end I had enough and passed her up. Ha Ha on you, Pink Shorts Gal. Here's another nice thing. Around the last corner, SIBS came back to meet me and they ran me in, side by side. Brotherman's not in this photo because the finish line alley got skinny and he dropped back. I thought that was the sweetest thing ever and I cried a little heading over the finish. Their times? Sister Just over 25. Brother Just over 29. My time was 45 minutes and 24 seconds, but I'm telling everyone 45 minutes. I'm happy that I slogged the whole time. Well done. We've decided to make this a fam tradition.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
|Tree Identification Hike Morgan Monroe State Forest|
Monday, February 11, 2013
Intervention. I try to listen with an open heart, but over and over again I feel annoyance and even anxiety. The speaker is sharing stuff that I know about already. With no preparation I could stand up and give her talk. It's super basic stuff for anyone who teaches in this great state of ours. On top of that, Speaker keeps adding comments like, "It's okay if you don't understand. I'm here to help." I start thinking of ways to kill myself, but what would be the point really? I decide to ignore Speaker and just think about my own thoughts. A long day, but it's over. And I lived to tell the recap.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
|Bracelet, IU Alumni Show: Grunwald Gallery|
This morning, Husbandman and I sit together to solve the NYT Sunday puzzle, as we are wont to do each and every Sunday morning. The puzzle writer is our old nemesis, Patrick Berry. We record our starting time: 8:41. I open my iPad to take some notes for the recap. Husbandman is not happy at all about this, but I assure him it's necessary because of my short term memory issues.
Upper left quadrant gives us some trouble. We move on and begin answering other clues at a pretty good clip. Husbandman says, "I feel like we're going to get this whole puzzle done and then that left hand corner is going to be impossible." On the iPad I write, "Negativity." Husbandman reaches over and tries to delete my note. We struggle over ownership of the iPad, but then he gives up as we're losing valuable time and we move on.
I figure out the gimmick for the puzzle and I'm pretty pleased with myself. Husbandman critiques some of my printing. I reach for the iPad again and write "judgment." Husbandman says, "Why don't you recap yourself and leave me out of this?"
Towards the bottom of the puzzle, I can't figure out 83 across, "A somewhat redundant literary genre." Husbandman comes up with it (Short short story) and I'm royally cheesed off because literary genre tends to be my domain.
We finish everything except for the left upright corner. 3 down: Skull Session result. I figure out the answer is IDEA and the rest of the corner falls into place: smite, Auden, murk, Ennius. 9:24. One of our best times ever. I hand the puzzle over to Husbandman so he can write the epitaph for the puzzler. He does this every week and it really seals the deal on our sense of victory. Husbandman writes, "We'll sip some sherry as we're feeling quite merry, Berry."
Thursday, February 07, 2013
|Find the hawk.|
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
commented that he would give the world to hear me say one good thing. See, that's the kind of thing I consider more thwartive than supportive. Anyway, I've read about Frida Kahlo to all the kids at Artful School. Today a seconder's mom came up to me as I was putting up bulletin board paper. She told me, "Olla noticed a print we have of Frida Kahlo and was so excited. She told us about how she loves Frida and wants to be just like her. We bought her a little paint set and she's been painting every day."I loved this story. A time to remember that the gig is good.
Monday, February 04, 2013
Tomorrow I'm talking to some teachers about vocabulary. I'm on a two person team, and my partner has done most of the work, thanks be to GOD. Still, I have some prepping to do tonight and it's tough, what with trying to livetweet #thebachelor.
ps: My friend Sarah's blog is now added to my blogroll. She's capturing life over here.
Saturday, February 02, 2013
|IU Alumni Show Grunwald Gallery|
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