Who is your person?When you read a story from a dog's perspective the dog is always talking about his person. Every dog has a person who takes care of him, plays with him, supports him, loves him (even when he shredded all the cushions on your patio furniture). The dog is so loyal to her person and would do anything to make their person happy. The dog provides comfort to his person when they are down in the dumps.
But as people who is our person? Do you have one person you can always count on? One person who will make you smile, bear your burden, cheer you up, make you laugh till you side hurts? I wish that I had a person like dogs do. As an adult it is so much harder to make friends and keep friends. Everyone is so afraid to be their true self. To show the good, the bad, and the ugly to others. I am an open book, but I think that sometimes scares people off. People don't like to see others imperfections because that means they might have their own revealed. I have a few people now that are friends, but not quite "my person." No one that is completely honest and vulnerable with me, but that we can have a good time together and I could call if a crisis was a true emergency and not just my own drama. I am going to be moving soon to a new town where I know no one. Where I will have to try and make friends.Those friendships I have now will probably fade because of distance. I hope to find my person some day. That one true friend who will hold my arms up as Aaron did for Moses.
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I don't understand criminals!A couple days ago I posted about the theft of our camper and the miraculous way it was returned to us. Now as we clean it out, I just don't understand why criminals make such a s mess of things.
The story goes that the thieves were going to Wyoming. If I know I am going to travel 1000 miles, then I would want to take care of the home I am going to live in for the next week. But no! The dishes were strewn across the floor of the camper. The deck of cards and Pass the Pigs game were taken apart and pieces lost. Those two games can provide a lot of fun during the down time when you are stuck inside the camper because it is raining and you can't sit outside. Any pen was taken completely apart the same way a curious kid takes pens apart and try to shoot things across the room with the spring. All the tools were out of the tool chest and tossed in the closet. I know last time I took the camper to Wyoming I needed those tools for various problems along the way. If I was a criminal, I definitely would have looked through every cabinet and drawer, but put it back so that I could use it later. I get that maybe they were looking for valuables or cash, but you can look for those things and still keep everything neat and orderly. If I was a criminal I would have set up the coffee maker in the trailer and made a fresh pot to keep me awake on the long drive from Texas to Wyoming. If I was a criminal I would have spread all the towels down as a pallet for the bed. Now these two criminals did get arrested when they stopped at the grocery store. I wonder what they were buying. If I was a criminal I would have bought pillows and a blanket, since the owners of this nice camper had taken out the mattress and bedding. I would buy some canned goods for an easy dinner and chips for a snack. I would buy some trail mix and protein bars. If I were a criminal I probably would buy a 6 pack of beer too. But maybe they didn't think that out and were just buying a pack of cigarettes when they got caught. If I were a criminal I would have driven to the next town before stopping for groceries rather than in the same neck of the woods the owners lived. But I'm glad theses criminals were not very good planners, that they didn't think things through. It sure helped us out when we saw it parked at the local grocery store. How Does Your Garden Grow?With dandelion weeds and clover mounds That's how my garden grows. I spent the beautiful day in the garden. So many weeds. I managed to clean a very small bed out and plant some geraniums. Next I tackled the bed with the least weeds and was able to plant some more geraniums, plant marigold seed, milkweed seed, and alyssum seed. I relocated the day lilies to a place where maybe the yard men won't whack them down each week! (Although since they were within the border of a flower bed, I'm not sure why they thought it was ok to weed eat!). My Aggie Bonnets are in full bloom. For those of you unfamiliar with Texas A&M, our university is know for making all things maroon. Carrots, onions, and bluebonnets. I still have 2 small beds, 1 large bed, and 1 enormous bed still to rid of weeds, but having my hands in the dirt is therapeutic. Today is a new day to get dirt under my fingernails. Maybe even plant some vegetables.
Chips and QuesoOne of the great things about being an empty nester is you can eat anything you want for dinner! No cooling needs to be involved. Cereal, a slice of toast, or chips and queso!
Last night was a chips and queso night, My husband and I sat on the front porch snacking enjoying the beautiful spring weather. I love the crunch of the chip. Dripping queso on the table. The need for a cold drink to combat the heat. I love the full feeling in my stomach. Last night I learned a lesson. It is possible to eat to much chips and queso. That full feeling revisited me in the middle of the night. Should I Stay or Should I Go NowI had planned to apply to the Teacher's College Summer Institute this year, but. I have waffled back and forth.
-I can visit my daughter in Connecticut and just extend my travel with a side trip to NY. -I should stay home because last year I was gone most of the summer and didn't get enough down time at home. -I have a friend applying also. -Just found out I'm moving and would be leaving my husband to complete all the packing. -I plan to apply for a job as a Literacy Coach and the reading institute would be beneficial professional development. So should I stay or should I go? My heart says yes, my head says no. God's HandToday my sweet husband called about trying to help run some errands for me. It was hard for me to tell him how to help me. I needed to pick up a donated treadle sewing machine that I was going to ship to Africa. I found it at this small antique shop in town and when I told her that we were trying to help Liberians start businesses with manual sewing machines, she offered to give it to me. But I couldn't remember the name of the store or exactly where it was. So how was my husband going to help. I didn't even know if the shop was open and I didn't have her phone number with me to be able to call. Plus I could always run this errand tomorrow. This led to us getting into an argument because I was apparently being rude to him, when really I just didn't want to put him out.
So I was able to google the address and he begrudgingly headed over to pick up the sewing machine. Turns out the shop was closed and he turned around to leave. As he waited for traffic to pass he noticed a Casita trailer across the road at Dollar General. As he starts to pull out, he realized it was OUR casita trailer. The badly worn paint, the duck tape on the heating vent, the tool box on the front, the high axle! As he is waiting for the police to arrive, he realizes what a God thing it is that we had a spat and he went to get the sewing machine. He realized that if the antique store had been open, he would have been inside and our camper would have finished its purchase at Dollar General and been on the road. The thieves told the police they were headed to Wyoming. If the timing had been any different we never would have recovered the trailer. How lucky are we that he was pulling out of the parking lot at the exact same time the thieves stopped for groceries. The camper has some damage, but is minimal. Lots of clean up to still do, but grateful for God taking care of the details. Already BehindWell it is only the 4th day into the Slice of Life Challenge and I am 3 days behind. So, even though Day 2 and Day 3 are closed, I decided to go ahead and write 3 posts today in order to catch up.
I do not have a good habit of writing on a daily basis. So many other things get in the way. I gave up TV for Lent and thought for sure I could write one paragraph a day for this challenge. But other things still get in the way. Monday-Grading papers and lesson planning for the week. Tuesday-A faculty meeting, getting gas, and a stop for sheet protectors at the dollar store. Then on to a church meeting and lastly dinner with friends. Wednesday-ARD meeting, District Improvement Plan meeting, Geraniums pick up That doesn't even include laundry, dinner, showering, exercise, and all the daily school work that needs done! I'm not going to quit. I may fall behind again, but what a great feeling I will have once I have 31 slices of life, even if I do have to write them all on the same day. Paper, Paper, EverywhereI am currently surrounded by stacks of papers. Spreadsheets with handwritten grades documented, waiting to be entered into the computer. Laminated papers to be cut out for class. Manila paper book club projects to be graded. Green, yellow, and red construction paper stripes taped together in the shape of an I used to plan informational essays. Half sheets of notebook paper with students bell work recorded. Stripes of paper labeled with article titles and the text structure used. Corrected assignments needing to be regraded. Student created sentences on sentence strips based on this week's mentor sentence.Papers from small group intervention work. So much paper.
The thing is I worked on trying to eliminate this stack of paper yesterday and almost made it to the bottom of the stack. But tonight the pile has grown again. It is a never ending stack. Beans and CornbreadMy husband and I still sing the theme song from TBS Dinner and a Movie series. It was on every Friday night. The theme song was "Beans and Cornbread." So whether we are preparing to watch a movie at home, or eating beans and cornbread for dinner, we sing the song.
Twenty-five years ago we were newly married and like most newlyweds straight out of college had little money. Every Friday night we fixed dinner together, and sat down to watch the hosts tell goofy jokes about the movie and corresponding meal. For example, the movie The Money Pit was paired with the recipe Fall Apart Pot Roast. We always talked about making the recipe along with the hosts, but never actually got our act together. Tonight I sit eating a bowl of pinto beans, but it is not quite the same without a square of cornbread slathered with butter. Even still, my husband began to sing the theme song as he dished up our basic bean dinner. I miss the thunderstorms in North Texas. Spring is here and with it comes the rain. Growing up I could smell the rain coming. It smelled clean and full of energy. Sitting outside in the soft carpet grass, I would watch the wall cloud move closer, pushing out the bright blue sky with full grey clouds. The wall created a distinct line across the horizon separating a gorgeous bright day from the ominous storm on its way. Streaks of lightening would stretch from cloud to earth in the distance. As the wall approached deep rumblings accompanied the bright lights that touched down. Eventually the wall would be close enough to hear the crack of the lightening and the wind would pick up. A few drops fall, and then the sky opens up. Buckets pouring from the dark roiling clouds that have pushed all the light of day off the map. Sitting under the covered porch I marvel at the power of a storm. The cool air, the bright flashes, the kaboom of thunder surrounding me. And when the rain stops and the blue sky reappears, the sweet smell of grass and dirt and flowers arrive. #solsc
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