* Day 20

It’s been 20 days but feels like a lifetime of H3N2.  My doctor said I am still contagious so don’t lean too close to read this.  Now I’m on antibiotics for a rough ear and sinus infection.  Secondary infections, courtesy of this Mutating Monster.  I know this is TMI, but how does an ear produce so much gunk?  Fortunately, I still have a tube in there.

A dear one sent me this and made my week.  My biggest heartache is that my precious student and his parents are struggling mightily.  We text throughout the day, survivors’ lifelines.

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Another lifeline from Jesus:  Abba, Father, everything is possible for you.  Take this cup from me (and my student and his family).  Yet not my will but yours be done.  

* Day 15

Today is Day 15 with H3N2, a mutating monster of a virus.  One step forward, two steps back.  I am sharing daily progress, woes, and prayers, with a dear student and his family.  The kiddo is on Day 18 and his parents are just behind.  This is a killer of a virus.  The mortality rate for my age group is hardest hit (see that red line?) but my medically fragile student, at age 11, has suffered enormously and his situation is far more precarious than mine.

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We spent some agonizing time in the ER, but my dearest flu widower always has clever jokes to make us laugh (and then we cough like crazy).  And what a joy to love and care for one another in times like these.  My student’s parents are the bravest, kindest, most determined people I have ever met.  They are fighting minute by minute to keep their son alive.  Sleep deprived, flu-ridden, heart broken, and clinging to faith, they are simply amazing.  I do not know how they have survived these weeks.  I am barely crawling along and I don’t have to take care of my sweet student throughout the day and night.

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I know the Lord is holding us in his hands, whatever the outcome.  Better times await.  

* Murder dinner party!

I can cross “host a murder dinner party” off my bucket list!  And what a fantastic event it was!  We were celebrating our daughter-in-law’s birthday; she invited a riotous group of clever-witted, hilarious suspects.  My dearest teaching widower and I never stopped laughing!  As the planner, I played Bonnie Lass, an aspiring writer but not a suspect.  The guests, dressed to kill, were outrageously clever.

We used “A Taste for Wine,” a murder mystery game set in Napa Valley, California.  I highly recommend dinner and murder!

 

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* Just sayin’

I have been working my patooties off, in case you’re wondering where Teachezwell has been.  What a great time, though!

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My sweetest teaching widower gave me such a precious Valentine card today, despite being traditionally averse to a holiday created to sell cards!  And he was nearly showing off his patooties!  He had an x-ray of his knee and while talking to the radiologist in the hallway, realized his special x-ray pants had fallen to the floor!

I’m taking three online classes simultaneously and loving them, even as I lag two weeks behind the group.  I mostly only panic in the early hours of the morning.

Today was special because a certain kiddo I teach had a PLAYDATE!  His first ever! Eleven years old, confined to an ICU-type environment.  A dear friend introduced us to a dear family and he has friends!  He laughed and played for hours.

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Do I care that I am also YEARS behind with Facebook?  Would this notification entice you or scare your patooties off?

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I am too happy to worry about FB.  They cannot scare me OR my patooties.

* Good news, bad news

The good news is that I managed to get my car parked at school today before it was enveloped in smoke*.  The bad news is that I had to wait for 3.5 hours for a tow truck.

The good news is that the tow truck had a flatbed for carrying my car.  The bad news is that the driver wouldn’t walk near my car because he disliked muddy potholes.

The good news is that the driver said I drove my car onto his truck better than he’s ever seen before!  The bad news is that he nearly plowed into several cars as we headed for the garage near my house, texting and trying repeatedly to reach his boss by phone.

The good news is that he finally reached his boss.  The bad news is that his diesel truck was in a mileage countdown which would end with us traveling 5 mph to avoid emitting toxic diesel fumes

The good news is that I was able to clamber up the flatbed and drive my car successfully off his truck before the diesel engine quit working.  The bad news is that my car’s radiator is destroyed.

The good news is that the garage gave me a loaner car to use.  The bad news is that the loaner had a crushed front end and was missing a wheel.

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The good news is that the loaner was sitting next to the wrecked vehicle.  The bad news is that I need to replace my hearing aids.

New radiator: $560

New hearing aids: $4000

*The “smoke” was actually steam.  What good news!  And I was really driving my dearest teaching widower’s car, since he had to travel for his job and took the better vehicle.  Duh.

* New Year’s Revolutions? Got it!

That’s not a typo!  I think New Year’s Revolutions is a far better paradigm for what I typically resolve to accomplish in the twinkle of one year to the next.  A revolution means turning, circling from one thing to another.  Forget the resolutions because I am already adept at spinning my way from point A to M to Z!  In fact, I flitted merrily throughout 2017 and will most likely continue!  What a relief, knowing I am set for 2018.

For the current school year, I happily revolved through 6th grade math, ELA, science, social studies, and economics!  Whee!  I admit that sometimes I felt like teaching was me desperately spinning plates, trying to keep all of them from falling.  But in my heart, I loved the constant stimulation and creativity!

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I have revolved through SO many books  this past year (three yesterday!) and will most likely continue in 2018.  I read just like I eat, greedily and wolflike.  Yum!

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My primary revolution in 2017 was change through grace.  I am so grateful for every God-given reminder of selfishness, vanity, seeking approval of others, and pride.  I am spinning from grace to grace as Jesus works in my heart to complete the good work He has begun!  My dearest teaching widower is Jesus-with-skin-on, arms of love and patience and yet more grace.

Thank you, dear readers, for following my revolutions.  I will flitter my way through 2018, maybe picking up some of the threads I almost posted in 2017.  My list of unfinished drafts keeps growing, but hey, I am happily spinning along.

Happy New Year’s Revolutions to you!

* Holiday greetings!

What a surprising Christmas!  I was shocked that the Grinch visited my doctor’s office.

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I was amazed at the “Joy in the Morning” performance at Colonial Williamsburg, an insightful musical production focusing on the lives of slaves.  It was inspiring and thought-provoking.  I chatted with “Lydia” after the performance and her desire was twofold: to humanize the enslaved (including a better understanding of their joy and resilience) and to continue the discussion on slavery as a nation, recognizing its ongoing effects.

And I was a bit crushed, literally, that I drove our rental car into a dumpster.  No photos needed.  I’ll be sending THOSE to our insurance company.  That backing-up camera on the dashboard was NO help whatsoever!

Hope you had a great one!