The KoolAid

I watched a pbs show about Jim Jones last night and it really freaked me out.

The Arrests

One of the peeps asked, "What's house arrest?" We were in the middle of a fascinating lesson on the traits of the fairy tale genre. Before I could answer, the experts in the room all chimed in to help.
"That thing on your leg keeps you in your house. But it's not tight on your leg. You can move it up and down."
"Yeah, my mom's been on that."
"My brother walked outside the house to test it, and it did beep. Those things work."

I asked the first peep if he understood and he said he did, so we went back to our discussion of The Frog Prince.

The Work

Welcome to the working week. It's time to get back in to gear. I am not prepared in any traditional sense, with lesson plans and assignments. But I am ready to greet everyone back, and then we'll take it from there.

The Fowl

I'm pretty sure we saw a ring necked duck today. And of course, many northern shovelers. Today's a day for kicking into gear. I watched way too much of the AIG hearings yesterday. That was counterproductive. Today I'm focused on some writing, some school planning, and gathering needed supplies.

The Neighborhood

My feet only hurt a little during a walk today, so I instantly started thinking about how my six problems with my feet might disappear soon and I will walk every day and maybe by summer I could start slogging again. Before I could get too much enjoyment out of this fantasy, I plunged into downer thoughts about how I would probably just stop walking the minute I go back to work next week and how I'll probably always be a big fat loser in the health dept. But then after that I thought about staying in the moment, checking out the crocuses, keeping my eyes peeled for some cool birds and it was then that I saw a downy woodpecker. So things got good again, until I returned safely home. And that's the dramatic story of my short walk around my neighborhood.

When the doctor shot my toe twice, it swelled up and I felt like The Incredible Hulk. The swelling was hard to capture with the camera, but my toe did get surprisingly large. The shots hurt a lot.

The Marsh

We decided to drive out to Salt Marsh again today. We went early and we did see a few new peeps. We saw this guy and this guy. We might have seen this guy, but we can't be certain.

The Wildlife

We had a fantastic visit with Janet and Alice. But we miss them now. Wah, come back and play barbies with me, ALICE!!!
FYI, to J and A and my plethora of alittleleeway readers, I think I've identified the duck we saw at Saltwater Marsh as a Northern Shoveler. This morning, Husbandman and I saw a bunch of buffleheads at Lake Griffey. This is shaping up to be a fine spring break.

The Saint

When the peeps came back from library, they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Good Pal Menosky and a table full of St. Pat's gear awaiting them. "Is this a surprise party?" asked D. Before we could get the party started, each table team had to offer a fact about St. Pat. They were ready, as we had read the saint's story just that morning. Did you know he was kidnapped by Irish pirates and was enslaved on the Emerald Isle? Then some other things happened to him. But ultimately he died on March 17, 461. That's why we celebrate on that day. One peep blurted out, "What? He died on his birthday???" I often feel that the peeps aren't really listening to me. And this was one more piece of evidence to support that premise. Still, the facts were given freely and the partying began, with treats and shamrocks and hats and The Rovers on the CD player. Thanks, GPM!

The Crime

Outraged peep ran up to me yesterday and indignantly reported, "When A is passing out papers... (huff puff)... at each person's spot... (more huffing and puffing)... she puts the paper down, and she sings... 'Doobileedoo!'"

I looked up and sure enough, A was plopping down yellow papers in front of each classmate while jauntily chirping, "Doobileedoo."

I looked at outraged peep and said, "You know Bud, I don't think that's really that big a deal. His mouth dropped open in astonishment and he returned to his spot, shaking his head. I felt like I let him down, but in truth I felt a lot of admiration for A's paper passing style and may imitate it in future.

The Game

Lacrosse is a mix of weird games. Football, hockey, jai alai, soccer, and cream the guy with the ball. When a player is running with the ball, players can run behind him and whack him with their sticks. I think they're trying to get the kid to drop the ball, but I'm not sure. The whacking from behind would get really annoying if I were playing. I'm surprised the players don't turn around and start wailing away on their perps. That's what would happen at my school, without a doubt. But they just zip along, cradling that ball like it's a little child.

We lost 7 - 6, but it was exciting to watch. #1 is just a freshman, so he didn't get much playing time, but that's okay with me. No rush. No worries.