Friday, March 31, 2017

Fin

Hallelujah! I made it. I successfully posted every day this month! I am proud of myself and also a bit relieved that I do not have a daily assignment weighing over me. Today, I’ve decided to list a few lessons learned. Here they are, in stream-of-consciousness order:

  • I have a lot of long thoughts. My first few posts went on and on.
  • I got more out of writing long posts, but I don’t think people liked to read them.
  • I still am not a big fan of writing daily or journaling. It takes a lot out of me and requires a lot of personal censoring when you blog online.
  • I am proud that I kept it up, though, since this is the longest I’ve consistently written.
  • I’ve never commented online before and it was OK. Sometimes hard to write a comment when I don’t have a lot to say. Comments sometimes took longer than blogging for me.
  • I feel like blogging (for me) got in my head - I would feel disappointed if I didn’t get comments.
  • I liked reading others’ posts about struggles I understood or humorous anecdotes. I am not one to celebrate.
  • As time went on, I wrote shorter posts because I resented the time spent on my computer. I think this will motivate me to spend less time stuck on the internet, which is good.
  • I did feel like I didn’t always have a lot to contribute - I can write a lot about myself or my feelings, but who wants to read it? I live with my dog so there’s not a lot of action when school is out.
  • It made me want to read more - I have tons of books I have to read sitting on my shelves. This made me want to read them.

Overall, I am happy that I participated and went out of my comfort zone for the experience.  I am not sure if I will keep up the blog - maybe just the Tuesday posts will be more my style. Now that Congress is going to nullify our internet privacy, I am thinking of spending WAY less time on the internet - not that I am doing anything salacious - mostly shopping on Amazon for school or Zulily for home. I am already creeped out that items that I place in my shopping cart on one website show up as ads on my Facebook feed. Sorry - this was a tangent, but it is making me reevaluate my need for technology. Maybe I’ll go back to a quill and parchment?
We will see.
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Thursday, March 30, 2017

A Broken Promise

I was hoping to get a bit of yard work done during this spring break, but, alas, it was not to be. It's been cloudy, rainy, and a bit chilly this whole break. Today's it's rained so much that I have little ponds in my backyard and the side of my house. Hopefully, all this water will result in some lovely May flowers.

In earlier blog post, I discussed my game plan for this summer, which is to refrain from buying a lot of perennials this year, in favor of maintaining what I have and controlling weeds.

Well, that is already a memory, as today I received a tiny Meyer Lemon patio tree in the mail! I'm at it already. It came in a gallon container, with fragrant blooms already gracing the branches. Guilty as charged. I couldn't resist the challenge of trying to keep a citrus tree alive in the Midwest.


Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Feeling unmotivated

Yesterday, I spent about three hours on my computer, creating spreadsheets of student data for our gifted identification later this month. I'm glad I got that part of the work out of the way, but I know I still have papers to grade, parent letters to organize, and testing instructions to read before we go back to school next week.

I've been doing some house and car maintenance work today, and I have more to do. I have to admit, I am feeling a little resentful about blogging today and don't feel like spending a lot of time on my computer again tonight, so this is it for right now!

I'm going to read for a while.


Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Spring Break (the first sun of)

Finally
she peeks out
after hiding sheepishly
for four days

And down the D goes
And down the D goes

There were
moments of hope
dashed 
overcast
yet she waited

Now
she is here
brilliant and
blue
and daffodils
worship her  
an army of tutus

In relief we retreat
going in 
going out
'til she once again
says her goodbyes 





Monday, March 27, 2017

The inevitable panic

Today is the first weekday of Spring Break. This week promises to be full of rain and (if the weekend is any indicator) incessant barking at squirrels.


This is my “panic day.” Whenever I have a break that is more than 3 days, I have 2 days of just chilling out, being lazy, doing things on my own time. Then, on the third day, I panic. I have so much to do! I don’t want to make a list of it because then I am just disappointed when I don’t accomplish everything or I feel pressure.


All of a sudden, on this third day, I start to feel like the break is going by so quickly. I try to plan when I will do the household chores - do them all at the beginning? Or give myself time to relax? I mentally think of friends I need to meet - will it take too much time out of my precious time off to drive out of town to meet them? I think about school work that I have to do - usually I try to NOT do work, but this year it is unavoidable, due to some special events occurring the week after break.


I should start scheduling this day in for myself. Two days of rest, one day of panic, then enjoy the rest of break if you can.


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Sunday, March 26, 2017

Laidlaws Rule, or Fun with Memes

The other day, I came across a posting on Facebook about “Laidlaws Rule.” Basically, Marc Laidlaw, an author and Twitter tweeter, started this meme on March 2, 2017. He tweeted the following tweet:


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The “Twitterverse” picked it up and ran with it. You can see what Laidlaw has to say about it and where his idea came from here. Here are some choice responses:
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Since I tend to have an absurd and, at times, morbid sense of humor, I LOVE THIS. It is my favorite thing. I could spend hours on Twitter at #LaidlawsRule.


I decided to try it, myself. I am currently reading:


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"I don't know how you're going to learn this, but it's on the test," said the professor of a graduate class on neuroanatomy that Doug was taking. And then the murders began.


Not bad! Doesn’t it make you want to continue reading? What happened in that neuroanatomy class??? Makes me want to keep writing!



Here’s another try:


“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. And then the murders began.  Little Women


What about you? What are you reading? Does #LaidlawsRule work?
It’s a rainy day here, let’s have some fun!

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Saturday, March 25, 2017

A belated birthday wish

Yesterday would have been my grandpa’s 93rd birthday. I went through the whole day with the thought in the back of my mind, but when someone is gone, and they lived a long life (he was 89 when he passed), that knowledge is something you carry with you. There’s nothing really to say to anyone, though you go through the day thinking about that person and wishing they were still around. Even when they had a long life, it’s never long enough for me.

So today, I just want to wish him a belated birthday and share some gratitude.

While I was a bit of a handful and “sparkler” when I was younger, I was somewhat afraid  (maybe intimidated is a better word?) of my Grandpa. He was very similar to Archie Bunker to me for many years. He had a special chair to watch TV from, and no one would dare sit in it. He didn’t like lines, because it reminded him of the Army, and he didn’t like the Army. He loved Oreos and Caramel pie. And the Cubs (I SO wish he was still alive to see them finally win!).

me and grandpa.jpgAt some point, maybe when he retired - he became much less intimidating to me. Maybe it was because we shared a love of swing music and I would ask to listen to it in car rides. Maybe it was because I was interested in hearing about books he read (He loved to read books about American history). Maybe it was because I gave him a talking Ronald Reagan doll for Christmas one year (our political views did not align, so I think he doubly appreciated it - I still have the doll). As I got older he would tell us stories about how he built his first house, how he saw Frank Sinatra in concert, or how he hitchhiked back to IL from California in WW2.

In any case, as I became older, I realized how much he thought of me. I joke about how he called me a “sturdy” girl once, because even though it’s sort of offensive, I felt glad he noticed I was pretty strong. He would come to all of my performances in high school musicals, college recitals, and CSO Christmas shows. Every Christmas he would ask if I would sing “O Mio Babbino Caro” by Puccini. He didn’t listen to opera, but he loved that aria when he heard me sing it at my recital. And when I became a teacher, he thought I should go for a principal position, because he saw me as someone who could take charge.

These things mean a lot to me, knowing that my Grandpa was raised in a society that placed more value on boys than girls. I know my mother had some difficulties being the only girl, and the oldest, in her family. She had different expectations than her brother. So I appreciate that my Grandpa always recognized my abilities, my intelligence, and my hard work in life.

And I wish him a Happy Birthday.




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