* Sharing my world, one nut at a time

I love Cee’s weekly challenges and enjoy reading her responses, too!  Did you know she’s been trained by her cats?  Check out her post to see how clever those rascals are.  Another special treat on her blog: Cee has posted “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head” because they’ve had a drought for TWO months but it just rained!  Whoa.  I think we got all their rain and someone else’s too.  So here we go:

Do you prefer eating foods with nuts or no nuts?  I am a nutty person.  Nuts used to upset my tummy but now I enjoy them all the time.  Even as a “milk.”  As I have dropped dairy and gluten, nuts have moved up my food chain.  In fact, it seems that nuts are everywhere.  On the road, at work, in stores- and yeah, in the mirror.

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?  Anyone who has had nightmares about monsters or nutty stuff knows you must keep the closet doors shut.  If I wake up, I don’t want to see a shadow over there.  I’d go nuttier if I didn’t secure those closet doors.

Are you usually late, early, or right on time?  Yikes.  I am going to be late for school because I am blogging!  I am often late because I haven’t planned my exit carefully enough, so I’m running up and down looking for my phone or car keys or sweater or lunch or something!  I do plan my exits somewhat but nutty things happen.  Must be my diet.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  I appreciate my dearest teaching widower for putting up with me at my worst, like when I lost it after my car blew up, our house keys were stolen, our kitchen floor was wrecked, a hole remained where a dishwasher should go, our insurance company sent a letter denying our claim, and the stacks of laminate in the hallway almost reach the ceiling.  So glad we went to the beach!

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* On our vacay

My dearest teaching widower and I are actually spending quality time together!  So nice to leave the ruined kitchen floor, piles of laminate for upstairs, boxes, missing car, and general debris.  We are also both “working” and loving it.  I mean, if you have a passion for something, it’s pure joy to do it.  The first day of school is next Monday and I can’t wait!

In the meantime, we’re together all day, which is awesome.  I’ve been sending daily videos to a student of mine and asked my widower to join is.  He has now become the star, the celeb of the beach.  He is clever and funny!  Just one of the many reasons I love him so.  We go out when the sun is setting, the crowds have disappeared, and the temp is perfect. beach 2 2018

* R.I.P. Silver

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The kiddos made a prophetic movie of Silver using the ActionMovie FX app.

Silver‘s engine blew up two days ago.  That Subaru meant a lot to me, mostly because of how I got it.  I was at a back-to-school event and of course, still there long after it was over.  My dearest teaching widower called to ask when I was coming home.  He also asked if I had expected a package from UPS.  I said a DVD was on the way and he said the package didn’t look like that.  I drove home immediately and there was a huge brown package in the driveway.

I was puzzled but saw the UPS markings, etc. and my dearest widower said since it was addressed to me, I should open it up.  As I pulled on the “box,” I realized it was heavy brown paper, not cardboard.  I started unrolling it and saw the bottom edges of tires! I was totally flummoxed (obviously my blood sugar was low!) and the next-door neighbors, who were hanging out of their upstairs window, yelled at me, “Open it up!  Keep going!”

I kept unraveling the wrapping paper and realized it truly was a vehicle!  “Did you wrap a car from the state pool?” I asked my widower, who was looking less thrilled by the moment.  (Since he traveled for the state, he often used a state car when driving a long distance. )

“No!  This is not a state car!” he exclaimed.

“Did you steal a car?”  (I am still not sure why that was in question….)

The neighbors laughed and my dearest widower, ever patient, said calmly, “No, I didn’t steal it.”  I actually repeated that question numerous times as I ripped off the final shreds of wrapping paper.

The silver Forester sparkled, brand new with with shiny black hooves tires.  I thought of the old TV show, The Lone Ranger, and immediately named it Silver.  Sadly, I was still asking my husband if he stole the car as we went in the house.  Poor guy.  Seriously, we never bought something that big without doing it together.  And no, my dearest teaching widower has never stolen ANYTHING, except my heart.

* Bureaucracy “at work”

Question:  What would happen if schools were run this way?  Are they run this way?

After years of putting it off, my dearest teaching widower (DTW) and I decided to refloor the upstairs.  That was over 2 months ago.  We got 2 estimates from Big Box home improvement stores.  We went with the $500 cheaper quote, but it turned out their offer was cheaper because they didn’t order enough laminate.  For over a month, people at various levels in the Box world assured us that the delivery would be made “on Monday.”  My DTW called and emailed and went in person to sort this out.  The laminate finally arrived, but we were still short those 11 boxes.  After another month of reassurances and many more “Mondays,” we were told by a multitude of folks that indeed our order was there, waiting for us to pick it up.  Seriously?  We had paid for them to deliver it.  My endlessly patient DTW told the last person who called, “I don’t believe you, but I’ll wait.”  As a rule, DTW’s become quite patient waiting for their wives to return home.

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There are even more boxes in our kitchen- but still missing 11!

This experience is not unlike having a leak fixed in my classroom.  No one was ever responsible, the only person who knew how to fix it had retired, and there were multiple “fixes” that never worked.  It became just about as difficult to identify and serve a student with special needs once the Box Response to Intervention model was instituted.  I am 100% in support of providing modifications and accommodations to ensure that kiddos don’t get placed unnecessarily.  But when you have a kid who can’t read 3 letter words in second grade, you don’t need months of new strategies.  You need your 11 boxes of laminate OR specialized instruction, whichever comes first.

 

* Sharing my world

I adore Cee’s challenges- and her photography is incredible!  I’m hoping to be back on the blogging track for good and this week’s Share Your World challenge is another  restart!

In regards to puzzles, what’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, word search, mazes, logic or numeric puzzles, something else, or nothing?  I like all of those but have probably done more jigsaw puzzles than anything else.  I’d most likely have one set up all the time, but with the kiddos visiting this summer and our small groups every week, there’s no good place to keep a puzzle waiting.  Getting older has crimped my style, too.  With my wretched knees, I can’t kneel or squat comfortably.

List at least five favorite treats and it doesn’t necessarily have to be food.   Yum!  This will be fun!

  1. My dearest teaching widower, who gets cuddlier and funnier every day
  2. Worshipping with Christian rock and new fave, Francesca Battistelli
  3. Chocolate, now in the form of almond & cashew, soy-free, gluten-free, dairy-free “milk”
  4. Teaching, teaching, and more teaching
  5. Reading and reading

What is your favorite type of dog? (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie)  OK, I saw this Australian Shepherd (I think that’s what s/he is) in a grandinroad catalog.  I want this dog!!  And I wouldn’t mind the house that goes with it.

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What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  The grace of God for peace and forgiveness and life and love.  Answered and unanswered prayers.  Hope.  That I am a child of God.

* Dord and sharing my world

Oh, what a joy to rejoin Cee and her Share Your World blogging challenge!  Check out the adorable Miss Mackenzie in Cee’s photo!

A piece of clothing from my childhood that I still remember:  This one is easy because I remember lots of my clothes, probably from photographs.  I do recall that my sister and I were often dressed as twins and my mother would even sew herself a matching dress.  For this photo, my curly hair had been pasted into place, giving me temporary bangs and braids that were hanging almost vertically.  I probably remember more about the agonies of getting my hair braided than any clothing!

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Irregardless of your physical fitness, coordination or agility: If you could be an athlete what would do do?   Remember this is SYW, dreaming is always allowed.  I have long pursued my desire to do a cartwheel.  I could run and jump but never managed a cartwheel.  When I took a gymnastic class at college, my instructor was thrilled with my passion and told me she would make it happen.  I was a bit anxious, having had a number of falls in previous attempts (seriously, how do you fall while doing a cartwheel?).  She lined up all the participants on both sides of me, placed a lane of mats in between, and said she would also spot me.  After watching my first attempt, she encouraged me to start with more “spring.”  I sprang and flew over the line of spotters, landing with a crash on the hard gym floor.  On my ambulance ride to the ER, I decided I would never attempt another cartwheel.  Maybe in heaven….

In a car, would you rather drive or be a passenger?  Having “conquered” my driving phobia (thanks to the Lord), it is hard for my dearest teaching widower to wrest the steering wheel away from me.  It’s a sign of how far I’ve come that I do let him drive us occasionally, no longer needing to practice and practice.

And dord?  This is a ghost word that made it into the Merriam-Webster dictionary for a surprisingly long period of time.  What do you think it means?

 

* Finally!

Finally!  I am well again!  After months of the flu and battling secondary infections, I am healthy and invigorated.  Plus I just slept for almost 12 hours!  A recent article on sleep habits suggests that younger and middle-aged folks can make up for lost sleep during the week by snoring away on the weekend.  Too little and too much sleep are both associated with increased “mortality risk.”  But my age group?  The ancient ones?  The researchers said I am likely to get what I need.  They don’t know how hard it is to close a thriller in the middle of the night!

I do feel older today.  My dearest teaching widower and I attended a special dinner at church last night for the ancient, 60+ age group.  I secretly thought that most of the folks cheated to get a delicious meal.  Now that I am officially REALLY old, I’m thinking of some one-liners: Old teachers don’t die, they just lose their class.  Or this one: Old teachers don’t die, they just wipe the slate clean.  What about this?  Old math teachers never die, they just reduce to lowest terms.

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Whatever our age, we are thrilled to be alive and well!  And looking mighty strong!

 

 

* 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.