Am I up ridiculously early for a Sunday, or did I just stay up too late? I did sleep from roughly 10pm to nearly 4am, so that's not too bad. I just managed to unsettle myself enough that going back to sleep now (or trying to) seems like a colosally stupid idea.
Spring break was productive, but I didn't do everything on my list. I did see the doctor about my foot, and she gave me a cortisone shot and new insoles for my sneakers. I started doing more exercises for it, too. The foot is definitely improving and there are even some days now when I can walk around without even thinking about it. It helps that I didn't over-do over break, so no, I didn't go to either the Ren Faire or the botanical garden.
What else didn't get done? I didn't do the closets, nor did we paint DS2's room. Both will wait. I did finish all my grading, only to nearly immediately get swamped again on the return to school. But I'm not behind, and if I manage today well, I can stay on top of it.
I started to type, "this is the most stressful time I've had in a while," but it seems to me I'm always in a stressful time. I have a family and a house and a car and a job, so of course there will be stresses. They've been coming thick and fast, lately.
A quick run-down: DH was recently diagnosed with an AVM in his neck and has further tests pending. Most of the time these are in the brain and can be quiet serious if they rupture, but his is apparently not in the brain. We don't really know, and it's discomfiting. We'll know more after the next test, but the ENT sent an order to the hospital for it that no one there understands, so it had to be rescheduled once already, and may have to be again. It doesn't help that one of his co-workers is off on a 2-week vacation in the middle of a rather intense period at work!
It also doesn't help that the drain seal on the kids' bathtub failed, so instead of draining down the pipes, it drained into the floor/ceiling below, and subsequently into the first-floor guest room. That happened on Thursday night about 10pm - fortunately I heard the sound of the water falling and we caught it pretty quickly. Even so, there is significant water damage Workers were here until 8pm Friday inspecting, setting up de-humidifiers and fans, and removing dry wall. Plumbing and construction repair will be late this week if all works out. We have no idea how much insurance is going to cover. This is the fifth (possibly sixth? I can't remember!) major plumbing failure we've had in this house. Quite frankly, we thought we'd caught them all. DH is grumbling about moving.
Me? It's so helpful that the foot is better! My eye twitch is holding steady but no more visual migraines -- and I'm annoyed I forgot to mention them to my doctor last Tuesday. I'm switching my thyroid cancer scan to a much closer hospital, so most of my appointment was about discussing that, and in the fuss, I forgot to mention it. I managed to come down with a cold just as my break was ending, but I used Zicam nasal spray religiously and it really did cut down on how long I had to deal with it. Just as that nonense resolved I noticed this odd tugging sensation in my right breast. At first I thought, "scar tissue," but my lumpectomy was in my left breast, so that doesn't work. Since it has persisted for about a week now, I'm seeing my doctor about it on Monday after school.
What else... had the parent meeting for my 7th grade field trip last Wednesday, and managed to pull everything together. I have been slightly panicked that we will have too many people to fit, but that knot is untangling itself between students who are not eligible because of behavior and students who are not eligible because of academics. I do need to get back to the parents and let them know how many can come as chaperones, though. I can't believe how quickly time is going by!
In other school news, the plan to offer electives for next year has been hammered out and does not (thankfully) involve the core teachers doing anything other than monitoring a 45-minute study hall one day a week. Yay! I'm also thrilled to be starting astronomy with my 7th graders and biology with my 8th graders this week. I adore my chemistry curriculum but it involves a lot of time in the lab, and so therefore a lot of running between the classroom and the lab, and setting up before and then cleaning up after. Last week about killed me because all that was going on and my students were leading morning prayers so I didn't have as much of my usual time before school to get everything done.
Not enough time to get everything done... that's the theme of my life. Over break, I took the Odyssey in because there was a weird burning smell after driving it sometimes. Of course we were just over 30,000 miles and so it needed, seriously, $2100 worth of maintenance, including new tires. Cars are expensive even if they're not broken! The burning smell was caused by a loose gasket and was a tiny part of the overall bill, but now I have new transmission fluid and everything else. One thing I couldn't get done over break was get the windshield repaired, that had to wait until last Thursday afternoon. It was just bad luck that a rock pinged it hard enough to make a crack about 18 inches long. I delayed calling a few days and then was shocked when I finally did call, how long I would have to wait for the repair. Everyone is so busy!
All that business with the van happened because I knew I'd be making 2 round-trips to Flagstaff within the span of a week. DD's spring break here with her cat was only moderately frustrating. I tease her that she is a bad roommate because she leaves her stuff all over the house. I notice she does not do that in her own apartment. It's so much smaller, she has no reason to do that! When I picked her up, I drove up on Thursday and we came back together on Friday, but yesterday I just made the round-trip, which explains the weird sleeping schedule. She worries us a lot, but she assures us that she's doing fine and we shouldn't worry. If only!
At least it should be easier for me to stay on top of my work now that she is not here, but the noise of the fans is really annoying! The house is topsy-turvy, with the kids' bathroom upstairs and the guestroom downstairs taped off and with noisy equipment in them. 90% of the stuff from the guest room is out in the living room now, and there's paper taped over the hallways to trap the workers' dust, etc. It's nerve-wracking being here. Spending all day on the road got me out of here yesterday but I have too much to do to escape again today!
So, off I go to execute today's plan: shopping, grading papers, attending the matinee of my students' play, cooking a nice dinner, and driving DS1 back up to ASU for what is almost surely the second-to-last time. He's graduating in just 6 weeks!
Sunday, March 24, 2019
Friday, March 08, 2019
published!
Before I forget, the article based on my master's thesis has been published in this month's Science Scope, the NSTA journal for middle school science teachers: The Science Project Portfolio
This involved so much work. It's kind of surreal that it's actually out there for other people to read.
Also, in the nearly 2 years since it was written, I have revised so many of the supporting documents, including creating an entire Google Classroom implementation which is so much (again) better. I wish I'd had time to update the original, but they didn't ask me, and I didn't have the time, anyway. I received the proof copy for edits during my science fair week.
I'm on spring break now, and seriously thinking about writing down the things I intend to do this week, so they get done. I already harvested the lemon tree. Isn't that enough? No, I still have a huge stack of papers to grade. What else?
Renew my teaching certificate (it expires in May).
See my foot doctor about the return of the neuroma in my right foot? It is getting better...
See not-sure-which doctor about the recurrent eye twitches and visual migraine & headache (3/7) to see if they have anything to do with my pituitary adenoma (or just wait until my endo appointment later this month...)?
Clean my make up brushes.
Dust (including the fake plants) & vaccuum.
Purge closets.
Drop off donations from purging closets.
Check supplies for upcoming labs and order materials as necessary.
Figure out the maximum number of chaperones I'll allow on the upcoming field trip.
Get together with my 2 friends I never see because we have completely incompatible work schedules.
Sleep!
Pick up DS2 from the airport when he returns from Washington, DC.
Help DS2 paint his room.
Retrieve DD from Flagstaff for her spring break, the week after mine.
Go to the Ren Faire (if the neuroma is better)
Go to the DBG (if the neuroma is better)
Bake
Read a book?
It seems like a long list but I'm not going back to school for eleven days! I can do this.
This involved so much work. It's kind of surreal that it's actually out there for other people to read.
Also, in the nearly 2 years since it was written, I have revised so many of the supporting documents, including creating an entire Google Classroom implementation which is so much (again) better. I wish I'd had time to update the original, but they didn't ask me, and I didn't have the time, anyway. I received the proof copy for edits during my science fair week.
I'm on spring break now, and seriously thinking about writing down the things I intend to do this week, so they get done. I already harvested the lemon tree. Isn't that enough? No, I still have a huge stack of papers to grade. What else?
Renew my teaching certificate (it expires in May).
See my foot doctor about the return of the neuroma in my right foot? It is getting better...
See not-sure-which doctor about the recurrent eye twitches and visual migraine & headache (3/7) to see if they have anything to do with my pituitary adenoma (or just wait until my endo appointment later this month...)?
Clean my make up brushes.
Dust (including the fake plants) & vaccuum.
Purge closets.
Drop off donations from purging closets.
Check supplies for upcoming labs and order materials as necessary.
Figure out the maximum number of chaperones I'll allow on the upcoming field trip.
Get together with my 2 friends I never see because we have completely incompatible work schedules.
Sleep!
Pick up DS2 from the airport when he returns from Washington, DC.
Help DS2 paint his room.
Retrieve DD from Flagstaff for her spring break, the week after mine.
Go to the Ren Faire (if the neuroma is better)
Go to the DBG (if the neuroma is better)
Bake
Read a book?
It seems like a long list but I'm not going back to school for eleven days! I can do this.
Tuesday, March 05, 2019
rollercoaster...
The weather is back to its expected, usual beautiful: mid 70s during the day, pleasantly brisk overnight. No complaints there.
School is extremely busy. Every week it's something: first it was science fair, then end of trimester and parent-teacher conferences, and now it's chemistry. I love this curriculum, but I'm in the lab with my 8th graders every day and it's just a lot of running back forth, setting up and putting away, making sure I've got all the supplies, washing dishes... it's just a lot.
All that running around is time I would use for grading, so of course I'm behind again, even though I caught up over the weekend for this week's round of failure notices. *sigh*
But next week is spring break! I can surely make it through the rest of this week!
[It would be easier if my heart ache would settle down. Some days I think everything is going to be all right, other days, not so much. I read this quote once, and haven't been able to attribute it, but it's so true: being a mother is becoming accustomed to having your heart walk around outside of your body... and that's why it hurts so much. God willing it will all come right in the end.]
School is extremely busy. Every week it's something: first it was science fair, then end of trimester and parent-teacher conferences, and now it's chemistry. I love this curriculum, but I'm in the lab with my 8th graders every day and it's just a lot of running back forth, setting up and putting away, making sure I've got all the supplies, washing dishes... it's just a lot.
All that running around is time I would use for grading, so of course I'm behind again, even though I caught up over the weekend for this week's round of failure notices. *sigh*
But next week is spring break! I can surely make it through the rest of this week!
[It would be easier if my heart ache would settle down. Some days I think everything is going to be all right, other days, not so much. I read this quote once, and haven't been able to attribute it, but it's so true: being a mother is becoming accustomed to having your heart walk around outside of your body... and that's why it hurts so much. God willing it will all come right in the end.]
Saturday, February 23, 2019
sunshine!
This is the worst winter weather I can remember since I moved to AZ back in '95. Sure, we've had cloudy stretches and the occasional run of rainy days, but this has been kind of nuts. The temperature hasn't climbed above 60 for two weeks straight, and then on top of that we had two straight days of constant rain. This never happens here:
I keep telling DH that if I wanted to live in weather like this, I'd move to Seattle...
The bright blue sky this morning almost makes up for the fact that the predicted high temperature for today is something like 54 degrees If I were still living in Massachusetts, that would be delightful, but I've been here for decades and that's cold. I have to layer up or I'm uncomfortable all day.
A few weeks ago, before this run of nasty cold, I scored four new sweaters in the men's department at Target on clearance. Thank God I did, too, because I don't know what I would've been wearing to school these past two weeks if I had not. Sure, I had some cardigans but they're mostly cotton, and I'm finding I need wool to keep me warm -- either that, or multiple layers. I currently have on a cami, a fine gauge cotton turtleneck, and an oversized wool sweather, and I'm under a blanket on the couch, and I'm just comfortable. I should be way too warm but I'm not.
So does this mean I've just become extra-wimpy, living in AZ for so long, or is it a sign that there's something else going on with me? I cannot roll my eyes hard enough at that idea. I'm feeling mostly OK physically, and not hypothyroid (other than cold all the time) at all. My energy levels are good and brain fog is not happening, so I'm just going to blame this on the weather!
Life is more unsettled than I'd like right now, even with science fair over. On the family side, DH is still working crazy hours but as an employee not a contractor now, so he's eligible for bonuses (crossing our fingers for a little something in March.) DS1 is finishing up at ASU and is looking for a job, so lots of prayers there. DS2 is finishing up high school and we spent of two days of the recent 3-day weekend working on his (redacted) senior thesis (which was due last Tuesday). He still owes service hours, too, and they were supposed to be finished by the end of his junior year. (I can't roll my eyes hard enough. He had plenty of opportunities, and so now it's on him.) DD is constantly breaking my heart, though. She's up at NAU basically alone because her good friend and room mate is in a relationship that takes her out of the apartment alot. It's good that DD has her kitten (who is adorable), but literally ALL of the people in her life up there are only superficial "friends" who are normalizing her into what is frankly not a normal culture. We're spending a lot of time playing Words With Friends with each other and texting but I wish she were here, or at least in a place with good people who would look out for her.
On the school/work front, a proposal for next year is giving the entire junior high team both head aches and heart ache, but admin is being all, "Don't worry, it will be fine, you'll be fine!" when they're asking us to do a lot more work for literally no reason and no extra money. (Not that $ is a primary motivator for me, but it is a consideration.) I'm still recovering from the parent/teacher conferences which ended yesterday, too. For the most part, they went well, but I just spent an entire hour writing an email response to a parent I did not see (the student is not in my home room.) Also, I've got to figure out which students to ban from the field trip and I hate being the "mean" guy... but actions have consequences, right? If you're a student who is continuously in trouble for not following directions or not doing your work, a reasonable consequence is not getting to participate in the overnight field trip on a mountain-top where following directions and being responsible is really, really important. And last but by no means least, I'll have my eighth graders in the lab on Monday and every day after that for the next 6 weeks or so, and that is just a lot of extra running around on my part - literally since the science lab is across campus from my classroom. It's extremely fun and the students learn a lot but it's exhausting!
I'm seriously thinking about just wearing my sneakers to school every day while that's going on. About 2 weeks ago I re-aggravated the Morton's neuroma in my right foot and it got so bad I could hardly walk on it. Then I remembered I ordered these things from Amazon ages ago because I thought they would help. They didn't back then (it was summer, and they were uncomfortably tight), but I've been wearing them all week to school and they are really helping a lot. Fortunately there is enough space in the boots I wear most of the time to accomodate them. Other than that, a newly-developed occasional eye twitch, and the usual horrible sleeping habits, I'm doing OK physically. (lol)
I've been expending so much mental and emotional energy on family that I'm having a hard time keeping up with my grading -- I still have an assignment to grade that I really wanted to go in last trimester, but I didn't get it graded in time. No one cares (as far as I can tell), but I have to figure out a way to balance my life better. I was going to grade while watching Bohemian Rhapsody last night (boring, but the music was great), but I ended up texting and playing WWF with DD instead. It may sound stupid, but it's just more important right now! And I was too tired to switch between the two -- I suck at that kind of multi-tasking.
At the least the temperature is expected to go back where it's supposed to be later this week, comfortably in the low 70s. Maybe being nice and warm will help me fret less over all these situations out of my control.
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| It's hail, not snow. But still. |
I keep telling DH that if I wanted to live in weather like this, I'd move to Seattle...
The bright blue sky this morning almost makes up for the fact that the predicted high temperature for today is something like 54 degrees If I were still living in Massachusetts, that would be delightful, but I've been here for decades and that's cold. I have to layer up or I'm uncomfortable all day.
A few weeks ago, before this run of nasty cold, I scored four new sweaters in the men's department at Target on clearance. Thank God I did, too, because I don't know what I would've been wearing to school these past two weeks if I had not. Sure, I had some cardigans but they're mostly cotton, and I'm finding I need wool to keep me warm -- either that, or multiple layers. I currently have on a cami, a fine gauge cotton turtleneck, and an oversized wool sweather, and I'm under a blanket on the couch, and I'm just comfortable. I should be way too warm but I'm not.
So does this mean I've just become extra-wimpy, living in AZ for so long, or is it a sign that there's something else going on with me? I cannot roll my eyes hard enough at that idea. I'm feeling mostly OK physically, and not hypothyroid (other than cold all the time) at all. My energy levels are good and brain fog is not happening, so I'm just going to blame this on the weather!
Life is more unsettled than I'd like right now, even with science fair over. On the family side, DH is still working crazy hours but as an employee not a contractor now, so he's eligible for bonuses (crossing our fingers for a little something in March.) DS1 is finishing up at ASU and is looking for a job, so lots of prayers there. DS2 is finishing up high school and we spent of two days of the recent 3-day weekend working on his (redacted) senior thesis (which was due last Tuesday). He still owes service hours, too, and they were supposed to be finished by the end of his junior year. (I can't roll my eyes hard enough. He had plenty of opportunities, and so now it's on him.) DD is constantly breaking my heart, though. She's up at NAU basically alone because her good friend and room mate is in a relationship that takes her out of the apartment alot. It's good that DD has her kitten (who is adorable), but literally ALL of the people in her life up there are only superficial "friends" who are normalizing her into what is frankly not a normal culture. We're spending a lot of time playing Words With Friends with each other and texting but I wish she were here, or at least in a place with good people who would look out for her.
On the school/work front, a proposal for next year is giving the entire junior high team both head aches and heart ache, but admin is being all, "Don't worry, it will be fine, you'll be fine!" when they're asking us to do a lot more work for literally no reason and no extra money. (Not that $ is a primary motivator for me, but it is a consideration.) I'm still recovering from the parent/teacher conferences which ended yesterday, too. For the most part, they went well, but I just spent an entire hour writing an email response to a parent I did not see (the student is not in my home room.) Also, I've got to figure out which students to ban from the field trip and I hate being the "mean" guy... but actions have consequences, right? If you're a student who is continuously in trouble for not following directions or not doing your work, a reasonable consequence is not getting to participate in the overnight field trip on a mountain-top where following directions and being responsible is really, really important. And last but by no means least, I'll have my eighth graders in the lab on Monday and every day after that for the next 6 weeks or so, and that is just a lot of extra running around on my part - literally since the science lab is across campus from my classroom. It's extremely fun and the students learn a lot but it's exhausting!
I'm seriously thinking about just wearing my sneakers to school every day while that's going on. About 2 weeks ago I re-aggravated the Morton's neuroma in my right foot and it got so bad I could hardly walk on it. Then I remembered I ordered these things from Amazon ages ago because I thought they would help. They didn't back then (it was summer, and they were uncomfortably tight), but I've been wearing them all week to school and they are really helping a lot. Fortunately there is enough space in the boots I wear most of the time to accomodate them. Other than that, a newly-developed occasional eye twitch, and the usual horrible sleeping habits, I'm doing OK physically. (lol)
I've been expending so much mental and emotional energy on family that I'm having a hard time keeping up with my grading -- I still have an assignment to grade that I really wanted to go in last trimester, but I didn't get it graded in time. No one cares (as far as I can tell), but I have to figure out a way to balance my life better. I was going to grade while watching Bohemian Rhapsody last night (boring, but the music was great), but I ended up texting and playing WWF with DD instead. It may sound stupid, but it's just more important right now! And I was too tired to switch between the two -- I suck at that kind of multi-tasking.
At the least the temperature is expected to go back where it's supposed to be later this week, comfortably in the low 70s. Maybe being nice and warm will help me fret less over all these situations out of my control.
Saturday, February 09, 2019
and the winner is...
Me, because the science fair is over!
I just now finished crunching the numbers, or as I heard from time to time back at MIT, "torturing the data until it confesses," and have my winners to announce Monday morning.
It was a very long, but very good day, for the most part. I had a few random complaints about students being goofy (as they will when they think no one is paying attention), but overall, the fair was well-received by the school and the families.
Coincidentally, my master's thesis-based article -- how to manage student science fair projects without going crazy, basically -- will be published next month! Of course I received the proof copy to review last week in the midst of science fair craziness, but I squeezed that in somehow, and even managed to spot a mistake that has probably been in every single version, and no one else had noticed.
Now my school focus turns to our field trip in April, and my family focus to DS2's senior thesis which he should be wrapping up in the next few weeks.
I just now finished crunching the numbers, or as I heard from time to time back at MIT, "torturing the data until it confesses," and have my winners to announce Monday morning.
It was a very long, but very good day, for the most part. I had a few random complaints about students being goofy (as they will when they think no one is paying attention), but overall, the fair was well-received by the school and the families.
Coincidentally, my master's thesis-based article -- how to manage student science fair projects without going crazy, basically -- will be published next month! Of course I received the proof copy to review last week in the midst of science fair craziness, but I squeezed that in somehow, and even managed to spot a mistake that has probably been in every single version, and no one else had noticed.
Now my school focus turns to our field trip in April, and my family focus to DS2's senior thesis which he should be wrapping up in the next few weeks.
Saturday, January 19, 2019
tough week
Is Mercury retrograde?
This past week was so difficult for so many people I know, I want there to be some cosmic reason for it. I don't know why, exactly -- perhaps if the responsibility is shifted to the heavens, I'll feel less miserable.
But I know it's all on me: last Friday I took DD and her kitten back to her campus, a nearly 3 hour drive since we hit rush hour on the way out. It's frosty up there! We unpacked everything, had a nice dinner, and then did a grocery run at Target since she needed everything, having been at home for a month. Then I had a 2-hour nap and drove home, so I wouldn't lose a whole day of the weekend.
The drive home was instructive. I'm still a Luddite when it comes to cruise control, and what I learned is, if I'm the only car on the road (happened quite a bit), I drive either too slowly or much too fast. I liked having a pace car nearby. The trip home was entirely uneventful and possibly set a land-speed record in spite of the occasional too-slow periods.
Came home, went to sleep, and slept in just a bit. Puttered around the house feeling empty since DD is gone, and couldn't bear to look at my schoolwork.
So I just didn't do it, setting myself up for this dreadful week of working late every evening catching up on everything. I'm still behind, because even though I've graded mostly everything, I still have to enter the grades in the grade books! That's relatively quick compared to the actual grading process, though.
Still left to grade: one class set of quizzes, relatively quick to do; two class sets of Distribution of Resource essays, which look to be dreadful based on the few I glanced at; science fair reports: somewhere around 50, I'd guess, ranging from horrid to excellent. Given everything else I still have to do (planning, etc), I'm very thankful for the long weekend because I need that day to get caught up.
In between grading sessions today, DH and I went to see Aquaman, which was quite fun, but I would've enjoyed it more if I hadn't found out something troubling about someone I really care about immediately before we left. I'm usually pretty good at compartmentalizing ("Put it in a box, put the box away") but that takes some time, and I'm trying not to ruminate on a situation I literally cannot do anything about.
Part of me wonders if that's true while most of me recognizes it is. The thing is, lies of omission hurt just as much as the other kinds. My hope now is, having spewed this here, I can get on with the boxing-it-up.
This past week was so difficult for so many people I know, I want there to be some cosmic reason for it. I don't know why, exactly -- perhaps if the responsibility is shifted to the heavens, I'll feel less miserable.
But I know it's all on me: last Friday I took DD and her kitten back to her campus, a nearly 3 hour drive since we hit rush hour on the way out. It's frosty up there! We unpacked everything, had a nice dinner, and then did a grocery run at Target since she needed everything, having been at home for a month. Then I had a 2-hour nap and drove home, so I wouldn't lose a whole day of the weekend.
The drive home was instructive. I'm still a Luddite when it comes to cruise control, and what I learned is, if I'm the only car on the road (happened quite a bit), I drive either too slowly or much too fast. I liked having a pace car nearby. The trip home was entirely uneventful and possibly set a land-speed record in spite of the occasional too-slow periods.
Came home, went to sleep, and slept in just a bit. Puttered around the house feeling empty since DD is gone, and couldn't bear to look at my schoolwork.
So I just didn't do it, setting myself up for this dreadful week of working late every evening catching up on everything. I'm still behind, because even though I've graded mostly everything, I still have to enter the grades in the grade books! That's relatively quick compared to the actual grading process, though.
Still left to grade: one class set of quizzes, relatively quick to do; two class sets of Distribution of Resource essays, which look to be dreadful based on the few I glanced at; science fair reports: somewhere around 50, I'd guess, ranging from horrid to excellent. Given everything else I still have to do (planning, etc), I'm very thankful for the long weekend because I need that day to get caught up.
In between grading sessions today, DH and I went to see Aquaman, which was quite fun, but I would've enjoyed it more if I hadn't found out something troubling about someone I really care about immediately before we left. I'm usually pretty good at compartmentalizing ("Put it in a box, put the box away") but that takes some time, and I'm trying not to ruminate on a situation I literally cannot do anything about.
Part of me wonders if that's true while most of me recognizes it is. The thing is, lies of omission hurt just as much as the other kinds. My hope now is, having spewed this here, I can get on with the boxing-it-up.
Friday, January 04, 2019
in the new year
I've been off work so long my sleep schedule is completely out of whack. Example: I just had a 2+ hour nap and have no interest in going to bed, even though it's past midnight.
And last night I was feeling restless about work not done, and so I tackled my planning at a similar hour, and ended up working through the night. Oh, I slept on and off, but I never actually got in bed. By rights I should be completely exhausted by now, but that nap...
My last post was in that breathless moment before everything: DS2's recital was lovely, the robotics tournament went better than expected, Christmas parties were lovely, Christmas presents both given and received with joy and gratitude. Mostly this vacation has been a blur of cooking (duck confit cassoulet for Christmas Eve was a tremendous success) and eating and enjoying the company of my family. DD's little black kitten is growng by leaps and bounds, and he's very entertaining to have around. He definitely gets on the older cats' nerves, though! Here he is waiting for our old ginger tabby to wake up from his nap:
It has taken a while but the cats are finally all used to each other and the older cats will actually play from time to time. Mostly they just tolerate the young one briefly and then walk away to sleep somewhere else, undisturbed.
It's nice to have everyone around, but odd, too, because usually when they're home they're out and about and doing their own things, but for various reasons, they've all been homebodies, mostly.
Me, too, except for a quick overnight with DH to Cottonwood, which was lovely except it SNOWED. A LOT. It was really beautiful (I actually had proper gear to deal with it) but then it didn't stop, and our trip home was nerve-wracking until we got far enough south and it turned to rain. The first hour or so looked like this (mind you, this is at about 2pm):
It really did look like we were driving off the edge of the world. Once we got out of the fog, the scenery was rather spectacular. Snow on cactii is something I rarely see. Of course it was impossible to photograph well, because by that time we were up to our usual cruising speed of nearly 90 mph. (Still amazes me how fast everyone insists on driving through those mountain passes!) Anyway, here are a couple of horrible but still evocative views:
Further south, below the snow line, very dramatic clouds:
I am happy to have caught the cloud moving over that outcropping. It was stunning but not easy to snap!
Last night's ambition carried over to today, and I finished my planning, nagged my (many) students about their science projects, and finished another chunk of grading. I'm trying to get my school work done before the weekend so I can relax before heading back. This is one of those good intentions that seems likely to fall by the wayside, but at least I'm trying. DD has drawn me into playing Words with Friends again, and it's amazing how much time that can consume. I've read a couple of books and seen a few movies... and would like to do more of each before I go back to work! Where does that time go?
And last night I was feeling restless about work not done, and so I tackled my planning at a similar hour, and ended up working through the night. Oh, I slept on and off, but I never actually got in bed. By rights I should be completely exhausted by now, but that nap...
My last post was in that breathless moment before everything: DS2's recital was lovely, the robotics tournament went better than expected, Christmas parties were lovely, Christmas presents both given and received with joy and gratitude. Mostly this vacation has been a blur of cooking (duck confit cassoulet for Christmas Eve was a tremendous success) and eating and enjoying the company of my family. DD's little black kitten is growng by leaps and bounds, and he's very entertaining to have around. He definitely gets on the older cats' nerves, though! Here he is waiting for our old ginger tabby to wake up from his nap:
It has taken a while but the cats are finally all used to each other and the older cats will actually play from time to time. Mostly they just tolerate the young one briefly and then walk away to sleep somewhere else, undisturbed.
It's nice to have everyone around, but odd, too, because usually when they're home they're out and about and doing their own things, but for various reasons, they've all been homebodies, mostly.
Me, too, except for a quick overnight with DH to Cottonwood, which was lovely except it SNOWED. A LOT. It was really beautiful (I actually had proper gear to deal with it) but then it didn't stop, and our trip home was nerve-wracking until we got far enough south and it turned to rain. The first hour or so looked like this (mind you, this is at about 2pm):
It really did look like we were driving off the edge of the world. Once we got out of the fog, the scenery was rather spectacular. Snow on cactii is something I rarely see. Of course it was impossible to photograph well, because by that time we were up to our usual cruising speed of nearly 90 mph. (Still amazes me how fast everyone insists on driving through those mountain passes!) Anyway, here are a couple of horrible but still evocative views:
Further south, below the snow line, very dramatic clouds:
Last night's ambition carried over to today, and I finished my planning, nagged my (many) students about their science projects, and finished another chunk of grading. I'm trying to get my school work done before the weekend so I can relax before heading back. This is one of those good intentions that seems likely to fall by the wayside, but at least I'm trying. DD has drawn me into playing Words with Friends again, and it's amazing how much time that can consume. I've read a couple of books and seen a few movies... and would like to do more of each before I go back to work! Where does that time go?
Sunday, December 02, 2018
non-continuous improvement
Trying something new this weekend: do school work on Saturday, house things on Sunday.
Technically, I finished the school stuff on Sunday, since it's after midnight. But the difference between finishing after midnight on Saturday and after midnight on Sunday is that I get to sleep in tomorrow. Sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn't, but the possibility is delightful.
Some weekends, of course, I won't have a choice, but today worked out pretty well because I was disciplined enough to make myself slog through it. I couldn't begin to count how many weekends I've thought, "I should be doing my grading," as I zoned in front of the tv or the computer or allowed myself to go out and about instead. I think playing my Spotify Christmas playlist and burning nicely scented candles helped me focus... that, and not sitting on the couch where I could fall asleep.
Now tomorrow I can tackle house-tasks, like clearing out the stack of stuff in the guest room, which is literally impassable at this point. (It's OK, we're not expecting any guests in the near future.) I hope to wrap some presents, too, because there's no point in doing anything else with them. I admit it will be odd to have presents under the not-yet-decorated tree.
Of course next weekend I won't be able to have "school work Saturday", because my school robotics team has it's qualifying tournament on Saturday, and DS2's last-ever Christmas recital is right in the middle of that (I'll sneak away for an hour, no one will miss me.) The holiday whirlwind that started last week is going full speed now: meeting Tuesday, concert Thursday, DH's company's Christmas party Friday, robotics/recital Saturday! I'm going to need next Sunday to recover from all that.
DS1 comes home for winter break Thursday, and DD (and her kitten), a week later. We're currently previewing what life will be like when they're truly on their own: even when they're home, they're mostly doing their own thing. Already I appreciate the time we get to visit, and I'm really looking forward to it. Even if debilitating waves of nostalgia constantly threaten to engulf me, I can still enjoy everything the season offers.
Technically, I finished the school stuff on Sunday, since it's after midnight. But the difference between finishing after midnight on Saturday and after midnight on Sunday is that I get to sleep in tomorrow. Sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn't, but the possibility is delightful.
Some weekends, of course, I won't have a choice, but today worked out pretty well because I was disciplined enough to make myself slog through it. I couldn't begin to count how many weekends I've thought, "I should be doing my grading," as I zoned in front of the tv or the computer or allowed myself to go out and about instead. I think playing my Spotify Christmas playlist and burning nicely scented candles helped me focus... that, and not sitting on the couch where I could fall asleep.
Now tomorrow I can tackle house-tasks, like clearing out the stack of stuff in the guest room, which is literally impassable at this point. (It's OK, we're not expecting any guests in the near future.) I hope to wrap some presents, too, because there's no point in doing anything else with them. I admit it will be odd to have presents under the not-yet-decorated tree.
Of course next weekend I won't be able to have "school work Saturday", because my school robotics team has it's qualifying tournament on Saturday, and DS2's last-ever Christmas recital is right in the middle of that (I'll sneak away for an hour, no one will miss me.) The holiday whirlwind that started last week is going full speed now: meeting Tuesday, concert Thursday, DH's company's Christmas party Friday, robotics/recital Saturday! I'm going to need next Sunday to recover from all that.
DS1 comes home for winter break Thursday, and DD (and her kitten), a week later. We're currently previewing what life will be like when they're truly on their own: even when they're home, they're mostly doing their own thing. Already I appreciate the time we get to visit, and I'm really looking forward to it. Even if debilitating waves of nostalgia constantly threaten to engulf me, I can still enjoy everything the season offers.
Friday, November 30, 2018
the joy of the season
Among my peers at work, there is universal agreement that this is the absolute worst week of the year: Christmas program week. Our music teacher (who is amazing) writes two programs every year, one for the younger grades, and one for the older grades. The kids practice for weeks during their regular music classes, leading up to this week, where we have an excruciating 3-hour rehearsal one day and then dress rehearsal/performances for the school, followed by this evening's (for my students, anyway) performance for the families.
We had the same complaints as last year: we had no idea what was going on, it's impossible to effectively wrangle 200 students without a plan, it was too hot waiting out in the sun, etc. Tuesday, the 3-hour rehearsal day, was a long slog but of course we all survived. Meanwhile, we're still trying to deliver curriculum and keep the students on track -- we still have 3 weeks to go until Christmas break!
So that brings us to today, with an afternoon performance for the younger grades, and an evening performance for the parents. Aside from a few dress code issues (We told the girls if their skirts were too short, they'd have to wear altar server robes, and some of them didn't believe us...), the evening went very smoothly and the students performed very well. I absolutely loved seeing how enthusiastically my homeroom students, especially the boys, participated in all their songs. They really are a great group of kids, even though they've been daily draining my well of patience dry.
Afterwards, it was lovely to visit with the parents, and to see former students who had returned to see younger siblings. Even though I didn't get home until after 8:30pm (having left home at 6:20am to attend a memorial mass for my parents this morning!), it was a wonderful evening. And only a tiny part of that feeling is because it's over, and now our schedule can get back to normal for a bit as we speed towards the holiday. ¡Feliz Navidad!
We had the same complaints as last year: we had no idea what was going on, it's impossible to effectively wrangle 200 students without a plan, it was too hot waiting out in the sun, etc. Tuesday, the 3-hour rehearsal day, was a long slog but of course we all survived. Meanwhile, we're still trying to deliver curriculum and keep the students on track -- we still have 3 weeks to go until Christmas break!
So that brings us to today, with an afternoon performance for the younger grades, and an evening performance for the parents. Aside from a few dress code issues (We told the girls if their skirts were too short, they'd have to wear altar server robes, and some of them didn't believe us...), the evening went very smoothly and the students performed very well. I absolutely loved seeing how enthusiastically my homeroom students, especially the boys, participated in all their songs. They really are a great group of kids, even though they've been daily draining my well of patience dry.
Afterwards, it was lovely to visit with the parents, and to see former students who had returned to see younger siblings. Even though I didn't get home until after 8:30pm (having left home at 6:20am to attend a memorial mass for my parents this morning!), it was a wonderful evening. And only a tiny part of that feeling is because it's over, and now our schedule can get back to normal for a bit as we speed towards the holiday. ¡Feliz Navidad!
Thursday, November 22, 2018
possibly a record
I finished prep for tomorrow at 9:22 PM, only 22 minutes later than I had intended. The very last thing on the list for today was brining the turkey, which I wanted done by 9 so I could get it out at 9 in the morning, in preparation for the oven just a little bit later. Brining had to wait for the dinner dishes to be cleared away, though, so it was just a little late.
Miraculously, though, the pies were already out of the oven by that time. Only two this year, both apple, and I have both pie crusts and apples to make another. We'll see. My ambitions have shrunk over the years, along with my ability to eat all the stuff I love to bake! One piece of DD's birthday blueberry pie a few weeks ago knocked me back for nearly a week. I can medicate my way out of the joint pain and the digestive upset, but that's no way to live.
Today's marathon began with early morning shopping for those last minute things like green beans, followed by prepping for tomorrow, then picking up DS1 at school, then more prepping, then getting In-n-Out Burger for everyone for lunch because let's face it, there was nothing to eat now, then more prepping, including putting on a big pot of meat sauce so we'd have something for dinner. (It was delicious.) The pies went into the oven somewhere around around 5. Seems to me I'm usually baking till nearly midnight. Good thing I wasn't, this year, because I fell asleep in the middle of this, and when I woke up, I took myself to bed.
And now it's late morning, and the turkey is making the house smell delicious, the last-minute cleaning is done, and I'm about to head into the shower. Happy Thanksgiving!
Miraculously, though, the pies were already out of the oven by that time. Only two this year, both apple, and I have both pie crusts and apples to make another. We'll see. My ambitions have shrunk over the years, along with my ability to eat all the stuff I love to bake! One piece of DD's birthday blueberry pie a few weeks ago knocked me back for nearly a week. I can medicate my way out of the joint pain and the digestive upset, but that's no way to live.
Today's marathon began with early morning shopping for those last minute things like green beans, followed by prepping for tomorrow, then picking up DS1 at school, then more prepping, then getting In-n-Out Burger for everyone for lunch because let's face it, there was nothing to eat now, then more prepping, including putting on a big pot of meat sauce so we'd have something for dinner. (It was delicious.) The pies went into the oven somewhere around around 5. Seems to me I'm usually baking till nearly midnight. Good thing I wasn't, this year, because I fell asleep in the middle of this, and when I woke up, I took myself to bed.
And now it's late morning, and the turkey is making the house smell delicious, the last-minute cleaning is done, and I'm about to head into the shower. Happy Thanksgiving!
Sunday, November 11, 2018
lost and not found
I'm still mentally exhausted from parent-teacher conferences last week, even though they all went well. Still, it's very draining to have 26 extra meetings in one week, many of which went past their scheduled 15 minutes. We had a lot to talk about! I kept to the schedule when I had back-to-back meetings, but when the time allowed, I stretched it if the parents had more they wanted to talk about.
It feels like there was a lot of stretching, just as it feels as if half my class this year is on the Autism spectrum and/or has ADHD. That's an exaggeration, though. Surely it's no more than one third!
I have been cooking and running errands and even did some Christmas shopping, and it has been great to not think about school for a while. Last night I ordered a replacement for the bismuth crystal that mysteriously walked out of my classroom last year. That's two out of three items that went missing last year I've replaced now. But ordering the bismuth reminded me that I'd lost the silver and amber letter opener my mother had given me, and that set me off down several internet rabbit holes.
I had this feeling that if I just kept looking, I'd find it, or one just like it, the way I was able to replace the Bill Campbell pottery platter I broke so many years ago. This is different, though: it was vintage if not antique (it may have been antique), definitely silver if not sterling (and I think it was sterling from the amount of black tarnish it accumulated), and it had a beautiful amber cabochon set into the handle with silver leaves worked around it in art nouveau style. It was a very beautiful piece which I am ashamed now to say that I took for granted. I had it on my desk for years among the pens and pencils in one of the mugs I keep for that purpose. The thing is, in spite of its obvious beauty and value, I used it. It was great staple remover and a fair screwdriver, and it lived happily anonymous among the pens and pencils. No one knew it was there, so no one was tempted to take it. I'm pretty sure I "lost" it by leaving it out after using it to take staples out of a bulletin board. (My classroom is often used by other groups of people in the evenings, a fact I was not sufficiently attuned to last year.)
For whatever reason, I was seized with the idea last night that it was important to replace this piece. My mother gave it to me, and the Polish amber was a concrete reminder of her. I haven't thought about it much in the year or so it has been missing, but last night it blossomed into importance again, so I looked online to see what I could fine. I haven't seen anything even close to it in my Internet searches, and the one that came closest cost several hundred British pounds(!!!).
Clearly that's not going to happen. I dreamed it was in my desk's center drawer, having somehow got wedged under the tray near the front. I will, of course, look there when I get back to work on Tuesday, but there is zero chance that it's there. My desk was completely emptied last May so it could be moved out with everything else in the classroom. If it weren't for that very thorough process, I'd be able to hold out some slim hope that it's still there somewhere, but we took literally every single thing out of that room, and there was no sign of it.
I'm surprised by this turn of events, really. It's just a thing, after all. Yes, it was beautiful and my mother gave it to me and now she's gone, but it's still just a thing. Replacing it isn't going to help anyone (not even me, really, since a different one wouldn't have belonged to my mother) but part of me wants to at least try because it was my carelessness that led to its loss. Nevermind the question of why it would be my fault that someone else stole it. It just is, and I'm sorry.
It feels like there was a lot of stretching, just as it feels as if half my class this year is on the Autism spectrum and/or has ADHD. That's an exaggeration, though. Surely it's no more than one third!
I have been cooking and running errands and even did some Christmas shopping, and it has been great to not think about school for a while. Last night I ordered a replacement for the bismuth crystal that mysteriously walked out of my classroom last year. That's two out of three items that went missing last year I've replaced now. But ordering the bismuth reminded me that I'd lost the silver and amber letter opener my mother had given me, and that set me off down several internet rabbit holes.
I had this feeling that if I just kept looking, I'd find it, or one just like it, the way I was able to replace the Bill Campbell pottery platter I broke so many years ago. This is different, though: it was vintage if not antique (it may have been antique), definitely silver if not sterling (and I think it was sterling from the amount of black tarnish it accumulated), and it had a beautiful amber cabochon set into the handle with silver leaves worked around it in art nouveau style. It was a very beautiful piece which I am ashamed now to say that I took for granted. I had it on my desk for years among the pens and pencils in one of the mugs I keep for that purpose. The thing is, in spite of its obvious beauty and value, I used it. It was great staple remover and a fair screwdriver, and it lived happily anonymous among the pens and pencils. No one knew it was there, so no one was tempted to take it. I'm pretty sure I "lost" it by leaving it out after using it to take staples out of a bulletin board. (My classroom is often used by other groups of people in the evenings, a fact I was not sufficiently attuned to last year.)
For whatever reason, I was seized with the idea last night that it was important to replace this piece. My mother gave it to me, and the Polish amber was a concrete reminder of her. I haven't thought about it much in the year or so it has been missing, but last night it blossomed into importance again, so I looked online to see what I could fine. I haven't seen anything even close to it in my Internet searches, and the one that came closest cost several hundred British pounds(!!!).
Clearly that's not going to happen. I dreamed it was in my desk's center drawer, having somehow got wedged under the tray near the front. I will, of course, look there when I get back to work on Tuesday, but there is zero chance that it's there. My desk was completely emptied last May so it could be moved out with everything else in the classroom. If it weren't for that very thorough process, I'd be able to hold out some slim hope that it's still there somewhere, but we took literally every single thing out of that room, and there was no sign of it.
I'm surprised by this turn of events, really. It's just a thing, after all. Yes, it was beautiful and my mother gave it to me and now she's gone, but it's still just a thing. Replacing it isn't going to help anyone (not even me, really, since a different one wouldn't have belonged to my mother) but part of me wants to at least try because it was my carelessness that led to its loss. Nevermind the question of why it would be my fault that someone else stole it. It just is, and I'm sorry.
Monday, November 05, 2018
just like that
One weekend with all my kids home, and I'm feeling so much better.
My baby girl is 20 years old! I can't fathom it.
In honor of the occasion, and because one of her favorite bands was playing some local dive last Thursday night, she came down for the weekend. Saturday her friends came for brunch and we had a great time. Saturday afternoon was taken up with making her birthday blueberry pie, and Saturday evening with her delightful birthday dinner (our favorite salmon and rice pilaf, simple favorites she never has at school.)
It wasn't anything all that special, except that everyone was here, and happy. So, not exactly special, but delightful, and my spirits are sufficiently lifted as we sail towards the holiday season.
My baby girl is 20 years old! I can't fathom it.
In honor of the occasion, and because one of her favorite bands was playing some local dive last Thursday night, she came down for the weekend. Saturday her friends came for brunch and we had a great time. Saturday afternoon was taken up with making her birthday blueberry pie, and Saturday evening with her delightful birthday dinner (our favorite salmon and rice pilaf, simple favorites she never has at school.)
It wasn't anything all that special, except that everyone was here, and happy. So, not exactly special, but delightful, and my spirits are sufficiently lifted as we sail towards the holiday season.
Thursday, November 01, 2018
what, again?
I remind myself, it's a symptom. It's 3:05AM and I'm still up, reading the internet. I'm looking for the answer to a question that I can't even articulate to myself, so I'll never find it.
Since it was Halloween, I watched The Frighteners for the thousandth time, but it made me inexplicably sad this time. So by way of an antidote, I watched the first 2 episodes of the new season of Dr. Who, with Jody Whittaker as the new lady doctor. She's quite good, and I enjoyed the episodes, but they were also tinged with unexpected sadness. (I should've expected it, but I didn't.)
Now we're well into November and the rest of this week is going to be very very busy, with all the kids home, DS2's concert on Saturday, DD's birthday on Sunday!
And it's end-of-term, so I have to be on top of my grades. I'm caught up for now, but I'm giving 7th grade an assessment tomorrow that will go into the gradebook before grades close Friday morning -- in other words, I have to be efficient.
I just have a sense that's something wrong and I don't know what it is. I spent some time re-reading here (11 years of Novembers!) to see if whatever this is might be a seasonal thing, but that doesn't seems to be the case. Objectively, the only thing that I can think of that's wrong right now is the fact that I'm not sleeping, plus my stomach has been off since last night and isn't feeling too great right now. The second could be the true source of my problem, I suppose.
Ick. I'm going to bed.
Since it was Halloween, I watched The Frighteners for the thousandth time, but it made me inexplicably sad this time. So by way of an antidote, I watched the first 2 episodes of the new season of Dr. Who, with Jody Whittaker as the new lady doctor. She's quite good, and I enjoyed the episodes, but they were also tinged with unexpected sadness. (I should've expected it, but I didn't.)
Now we're well into November and the rest of this week is going to be very very busy, with all the kids home, DS2's concert on Saturday, DD's birthday on Sunday!
And it's end-of-term, so I have to be on top of my grades. I'm caught up for now, but I'm giving 7th grade an assessment tomorrow that will go into the gradebook before grades close Friday morning -- in other words, I have to be efficient.
I just have a sense that's something wrong and I don't know what it is. I spent some time re-reading here (11 years of Novembers!) to see if whatever this is might be a seasonal thing, but that doesn't seems to be the case. Objectively, the only thing that I can think of that's wrong right now is the fact that I'm not sleeping, plus my stomach has been off since last night and isn't feeling too great right now. The second could be the true source of my problem, I suppose.
Ick. I'm going to bed.
Friday, October 26, 2018
diversions of varying success
We're hurtling toward the end of the trimester at school, and that usually means digging myself out of some huge stack of grading.
I do have one - ok, two - things to grade this weekend, but neither is that big a deal. I've done well keeping my resolution to stay on top of the grading this term, and it is paying off in unexpected ways: I actually read a book last week, and I watched the entirety of season 3 of Dare Devil. (I don't think that's how you spell it. It doesn't look right. Don't care.)
The book: Terry Pratchett's Snuff, one of only a few of his I'd not read before. In a way, it makes me sad, because there won't be any more, but I thoroughly enjoyed it, and somewhere in the back of my mind, a plan is percolating to start at the beginning and read them through again. Ah, Discworld, how I love you. Especially Sam Vimes.
Dare Devil, however you spell it, was (upon reflection) the best of the three seasons so far. It focused on the main characters almost exclusively, and the new main character (FBI Agent Nadeem) was excellent, and the new villian character (also, not coincidentally, an FBI Agent) was also very good. I could watch it all again and enjoy it.
It's nice, this having time for leisure pursuits. I also thoroughly enjoyed and highly recommend Maniac, the Jonah Hill-Emma Stone Netflix series. It was superb in a way that's difficult to describe. Some parts were very funny, some parts were touching, some parts were harder to take, but all of it cohered into something really terrific. Part of me thinks the entire series is worth the single line of dialog, "I heard you took the fall for the lemur caper." On reflection, I believe that's correct. Not all love is Eros, and it's good to see there are people out there who recognize that.
Some days, I have a sense that I literally have no idea what I'm doing: that shadow of Everything is just too hard, give up give up give up is continuously lurking. But most days, I don't notice it. Much. I like the people I work with, and I love my family. My cats are mostly sweet and only occasionally really annoying. The Great Ant Infestation of 2018 made another incursion last week, and honestly I'm too worn out by that entire (apparently never-ending) situation to even go look and see if they're gone yet. The holidays will soon be upon us, and everyone will be home again, and maybe then the shadow will recede completely for a while? Doubtful, but it's nice to contemplate.
I never did get that sleep I needed. (Ha!) And I've been battling a cold -- more or less successfully -- for about a week now. Perhaps that is the source of my sense of impending doom. That, or the fact that we won't have a math teacher come January. We'll manage somehow. We always do.
I do have one - ok, two - things to grade this weekend, but neither is that big a deal. I've done well keeping my resolution to stay on top of the grading this term, and it is paying off in unexpected ways: I actually read a book last week, and I watched the entirety of season 3 of Dare Devil. (I don't think that's how you spell it. It doesn't look right. Don't care.)
The book: Terry Pratchett's Snuff, one of only a few of his I'd not read before. In a way, it makes me sad, because there won't be any more, but I thoroughly enjoyed it, and somewhere in the back of my mind, a plan is percolating to start at the beginning and read them through again. Ah, Discworld, how I love you. Especially Sam Vimes.
Dare Devil, however you spell it, was (upon reflection) the best of the three seasons so far. It focused on the main characters almost exclusively, and the new main character (FBI Agent Nadeem) was excellent, and the new villian character (also, not coincidentally, an FBI Agent) was also very good. I could watch it all again and enjoy it.
It's nice, this having time for leisure pursuits. I also thoroughly enjoyed and highly recommend Maniac, the Jonah Hill-Emma Stone Netflix series. It was superb in a way that's difficult to describe. Some parts were very funny, some parts were touching, some parts were harder to take, but all of it cohered into something really terrific. Part of me thinks the entire series is worth the single line of dialog, "I heard you took the fall for the lemur caper." On reflection, I believe that's correct. Not all love is Eros, and it's good to see there are people out there who recognize that.
Some days, I have a sense that I literally have no idea what I'm doing: that shadow of Everything is just too hard, give up give up give up is continuously lurking. But most days, I don't notice it. Much. I like the people I work with, and I love my family. My cats are mostly sweet and only occasionally really annoying. The Great Ant Infestation of 2018 made another incursion last week, and honestly I'm too worn out by that entire (apparently never-ending) situation to even go look and see if they're gone yet. The holidays will soon be upon us, and everyone will be home again, and maybe then the shadow will recede completely for a while? Doubtful, but it's nice to contemplate.
I never did get that sleep I needed. (Ha!) And I've been battling a cold -- more or less successfully -- for about a week now. Perhaps that is the source of my sense of impending doom. That, or the fact that we won't have a math teacher come January. We'll manage somehow. We always do.
Friday, October 12, 2018
break
Such as it is: an in-service day followed by a 3-day weekend.
Things are going... well. I'm being very disciplined about keeping on my grading, and it's making everything else easier. For example, this weekend the only grading I have to do are the drafts of my students' research papers.
Which is not to say that things are perfect. Issues pop up and are resolved, and we go on. I like the absence of drama.
I do, however, need sleep and plan to get it!
Things are going... well. I'm being very disciplined about keeping on my grading, and it's making everything else easier. For example, this weekend the only grading I have to do are the drafts of my students' research papers.
Which is not to say that things are perfect. Issues pop up and are resolved, and we go on. I like the absence of drama.
I do, however, need sleep and plan to get it!
Friday, September 21, 2018
after-school snack
It's totally OK that my after-school snack is a glass of rose and a handful (or two) of wasabi almonds, because 1) I'm an adult and 2) I didn't get home from school today until well after 5PM.
I'd recommend it for everyone, but the stipulations above won't be true for many, more's the pity.
I'd recommend it for everyone, but the stipulations above won't be true for many, more's the pity.
Thursday, September 20, 2018
interlude
Trying to find a title for this post, I'm searching my brain for a word that means a short time spent doing something unusual or different..., ah there it is: interlude.
The "something different" was attending a continuing education event for medical providers who treat thyroid cancer patients. There is a new endocrine surgeon here in the valley, and she is very enthusiastic about improving both provider education and patient care. She organized the event through one of the local hospitals, and asked me if I would attend this evening to improve awareness of ThyCa, the patient advocacy organization I have been associated with for over a decade now.
It was a little weird being there, since I'm not a doctor or a genetic counselor or any of the other professional types who there. But several people stopped by and asked about ThyCa and took some of my materials, and the surgeon's office manager took everything that was left! We are going to get together (or at least talk) later in the fall about reviving the in-person support group. At this point, I'm willing to give it a try, and I can afford to give up a few hours every other month or two.
Like this evening: before I went to the conference, I was all caught up with everything: grading, entering grades, planning. But my students submitted their first-pass experimental designs today, and I needed to give them feedback immediately. So I took a nap for about an hour when I got home, and here I am, having finished the feedback and grading but very much awake.
School is going well for me this year. I'm making a serious effort to keep up instead of wandering around campus and chatting people up, as I have done in the past, and it's making a big difference. I'm also making a conscious effort to watch the time when I'm at home in the evenings so I don't start on dinner too late. Some evenings I still miscalculate how long the cooking will take and we eat at 8PM, but that's better than miscalculating and eating closer to 9! So those two relatively small efforts are making life better.
I am struggling, though, simply because it's September and this month is full of sad and difficult memories of my mother's end of life. Most days I want to stay in bed and pull the covers over my head, but I'm working the "fake it till you make it" routine with moderate success. I've been here before, I just have to wait it out. I even have times, like today, where I briefly enjoy something: it rained, and the air smelled wonderful. Eventually it takes longer and longer for my own personal cloud to descend, until it just recedes completely. I have faith I'll get there some day, I'm just not sure when.
The "something different" was attending a continuing education event for medical providers who treat thyroid cancer patients. There is a new endocrine surgeon here in the valley, and she is very enthusiastic about improving both provider education and patient care. She organized the event through one of the local hospitals, and asked me if I would attend this evening to improve awareness of ThyCa, the patient advocacy organization I have been associated with for over a decade now.
It was a little weird being there, since I'm not a doctor or a genetic counselor or any of the other professional types who there. But several people stopped by and asked about ThyCa and took some of my materials, and the surgeon's office manager took everything that was left! We are going to get together (or at least talk) later in the fall about reviving the in-person support group. At this point, I'm willing to give it a try, and I can afford to give up a few hours every other month or two.
Like this evening: before I went to the conference, I was all caught up with everything: grading, entering grades, planning. But my students submitted their first-pass experimental designs today, and I needed to give them feedback immediately. So I took a nap for about an hour when I got home, and here I am, having finished the feedback and grading but very much awake.
School is going well for me this year. I'm making a serious effort to keep up instead of wandering around campus and chatting people up, as I have done in the past, and it's making a big difference. I'm also making a conscious effort to watch the time when I'm at home in the evenings so I don't start on dinner too late. Some evenings I still miscalculate how long the cooking will take and we eat at 8PM, but that's better than miscalculating and eating closer to 9! So those two relatively small efforts are making life better.
I am struggling, though, simply because it's September and this month is full of sad and difficult memories of my mother's end of life. Most days I want to stay in bed and pull the covers over my head, but I'm working the "fake it till you make it" routine with moderate success. I've been here before, I just have to wait it out. I even have times, like today, where I briefly enjoy something: it rained, and the air smelled wonderful. Eventually it takes longer and longer for my own personal cloud to descend, until it just recedes completely. I have faith I'll get there some day, I'm just not sure when.
Sunday, August 26, 2018
new new new
School's back in and has been since the 8th. The entire campus was extensively renovated over the summer, so we had to clear everything out of our classrooms before we left. That meant, of course, we had to move everything back in before school could begin.
It was a little crazy there, since we got our keys (and access to campus) on Friday afternoon the 3rd, and "meet the teacher" was Monday evening. Junior high orientation was Tuesday night, and then classes began on Wednesday. It was an exhausting slog there, but we've settled into a routine now.
I'm enjoying that I just have to revise what I did last year, and not create everything from scratch. I'm somehow managing to integrate the new technology (new projector, Chromebooks, Google classrooms) and help out our new teachers without losing my mind, but it's early going yet.
My new 7th graders seem so very young this year! I'm sure it happens this way every year, but this year I'm not as distracted by everything else going on so I'm just noticing more.
On the personal side, my doctor declared my toe officially and completely healed, even though it feels a little "crunchy" from time to time. She said that was normal. I have been enjoying wearing my normal footwear for the past few weeks. My hip varies from absolutely killing me to not bothering me at all, with more of the latter since I'm back to doing stretches and squats twice a day when I can manage it, but every morning without fail.
DS1 is back at ASU for his senior year, and we drove up to Flagstaff on Friday evening to take DD up for her sophomore year. She is very excited to be in an apartment with one of her best friends. I was less excited by the fact that it's a third floor walk-up. She was scheduled to move in Saturday at noon, but we were able to move her in on Friday evening when we got there. That was excellent because after about an hour of gorgeous sunshine, it absolutely poured rain the next day. We got soaked bringing in her haul from Target.
Now home again (and nursing a hip still objecting to so much time sitting in the car), and it's quiet with just DS2 here, our new "normal" for the school year. I have an engineering design challenge to grade and probably six other things to do, but it will all get done eventually. Overall, the year is off to a good start. There are a few stressors at school regarding new teachers, but I'm doing my best to minimize my exposure there since they don't really have anything to do with me!
Thursday, July 19, 2018
coasting
I counted this morning. I have eleven days of summer vacation left, give or take. The schedule's not set in stone.
I'm still nursing the broken toe, although I go long periods of time without thinking about it. But then this morning, I woke up early because it was killing me. I periodically have this issue where the splint-wrap just feels way too tight, even though it was fine moments ago... and eventually it settles down and stops bothering me. Weird.
Vacation was overall lovely, but ten days was too long to be away. We broke up the trip with a quick jaunt to Massachusetts to see family, and on our return to Connecticut, most of us were just ... done. DH and I went with DS1 to see the Greater Hartford Shakespeare Co's Pericles, Prince of Tyre, which was rather silly but well-produced, but other than that, we just hung around for the most part. We did some antiquing and I found a nice sort-of icon of Mary:
At least I think it's Mary. It's an unusual presentation, but from what I could find out in researching the symbolism of the blue, star-strewn robe, gold gown, and open book, it's probably Mary.
Our travels home were uneventful (other than our first flight's 40-minute delay, which made making the connection in DFW interesting), and now I'm back to keeping the foot elevated while I read nearly all day.
I'm getting antsy about back-to-school preparations, but there's really not much I can do. I started the online Google for Educators training, but I don't want to commit any more time to that until I get word that we are actually using it this year -- then I may go so far as to get the certification. And I'd love to get started on my seating charts, name cards, and all that jazz, but I don't have rosters yet. Since I literally can't do anything until we get our classroom keys back and hear from admin about everything else, I'm doing my best to just relax and enjoy these last lazy-ish days.
Now if I could get DS2's room painted...
I'm still nursing the broken toe, although I go long periods of time without thinking about it. But then this morning, I woke up early because it was killing me. I periodically have this issue where the splint-wrap just feels way too tight, even though it was fine moments ago... and eventually it settles down and stops bothering me. Weird.
Vacation was overall lovely, but ten days was too long to be away. We broke up the trip with a quick jaunt to Massachusetts to see family, and on our return to Connecticut, most of us were just ... done. DH and I went with DS1 to see the Greater Hartford Shakespeare Co's Pericles, Prince of Tyre, which was rather silly but well-produced, but other than that, we just hung around for the most part. We did some antiquing and I found a nice sort-of icon of Mary:
At least I think it's Mary. It's an unusual presentation, but from what I could find out in researching the symbolism of the blue, star-strewn robe, gold gown, and open book, it's probably Mary.
Our travels home were uneventful (other than our first flight's 40-minute delay, which made making the connection in DFW interesting), and now I'm back to keeping the foot elevated while I read nearly all day.
I'm getting antsy about back-to-school preparations, but there's really not much I can do. I started the online Google for Educators training, but I don't want to commit any more time to that until I get word that we are actually using it this year -- then I may go so far as to get the certification. And I'd love to get started on my seating charts, name cards, and all that jazz, but I don't have rosters yet. Since I literally can't do anything until we get our classroom keys back and hear from admin about everything else, I'm doing my best to just relax and enjoy these last lazy-ish days.
Now if I could get DS2's room painted...
Sunday, July 08, 2018
travelling with boot
It's OK.
Before the trip, I mostly hung out at home and barely wore the boot at all. What I'm finding now is that it's really exhausting to wear the thing for more than a few hours, but overall, it's OK. I think if I had to do a lot of walking, I'd get blisters, because no matter how tightly I wrap the velcro straps, my foot slips around a bit when I'm walking. Fortunately I don't have to do a lot of walking!
I'm so grateful! The flights were uneventful, but stumping through the airports wasn't much fun -- still, the toe itself doesn't hurt, and having the boot on ensures that nothing's going to make it worse. We got to CT, and headed to Mystic the next day, and even though there were some thunder showers, we managed.
I would prefer, of course, to wear normal sandals and not have to even think about it, but the reality is, it's OK. One upside: extra suitcase room, since I didn't have to pack all the shoes I usually bring!
Before the trip, I mostly hung out at home and barely wore the boot at all. What I'm finding now is that it's really exhausting to wear the thing for more than a few hours, but overall, it's OK. I think if I had to do a lot of walking, I'd get blisters, because no matter how tightly I wrap the velcro straps, my foot slips around a bit when I'm walking. Fortunately I don't have to do a lot of walking!
I'm so grateful! The flights were uneventful, but stumping through the airports wasn't much fun -- still, the toe itself doesn't hurt, and having the boot on ensures that nothing's going to make it worse. We got to CT, and headed to Mystic the next day, and even though there were some thunder showers, we managed.
I would prefer, of course, to wear normal sandals and not have to even think about it, but the reality is, it's OK. One upside: extra suitcase room, since I didn't have to pack all the shoes I usually bring!
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