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Yawns

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It’s been quite a month of travel for me.  I’ve had exciting adventures and slept in many different beds, so how wonderful it felt to get back to my own bed this weekend.  I slept like the dead–until about 7am when my ears were accosted by the sound of tweeting birds, which is very unusual at our house. These birds were serious about their songs; they did not let up, and after an hour, when (half asleep and half awake) I weighed plans about getting ridding of them (BB gun pellets? Sharp bird pest strips planted on the roof?).  I woke up enough to realize it was Hubby’s alarm clock that we both had slept through. ON A SUNDAY MORNING. I seriously wanted to punch him.  I told him he needs to go back to the old-fashioned BEEP BEEP BEEP alarm or else I will be slumbering in a different room.

Hubby is gone for a week to Georgia on a business trip so his alarm clock will not be disturbing me, but I still haven’t slept well for days.  The last night I was in Illinois, I sustained 60 mosquito bites–45 on my left leg and 15 on my right.  These were not the pesky little mozzies we have here in Tempe whose bites disappear after an hour.  These big-ass Midwestern mosquitos left some sort of toxin in my skin, causing each bite to swell to the size of big red nickels . . . and they are so itchy it’s hard to keep my fingernails off them.  It’s been a week and they show no signs of healing.  If they aren’t better by Monday, I will seek medical attention.  I keep wishing I’d used the bug repellant spray offered but nooooooo, I didn’t want the chemicals on me.  UGH.

Then last night Ruby the Wonder Spaniel got me up FOUR TIMES to go out and do her business between 2am and 5am.  She’d eaten so many cicadas before bed that her tummy was literally buzzing.  She does this every year, and while watching her leap about the yard for her summer snacks is Youtube-worthy, those crunchy treats always give her a case of the runs.  I gave her a Tums that she licked at loudly for a good 15 minutes, but then we were back outside soon after that.  Complicating the situation is that I’d taken a Benadryl to try to calm the itch from the bug bites and couldn’t figure out which way the door was!   Several times in the past few weeks, I’ve woken up in the dark thinking Hubby and I are still in our fabulous British hotel room with the magical view of the Tower of London.

Next week school starts and I will be back to an “early to bed and early to rise” schedule. It will be a difficult transition after a summer of staying up past midnight either reading or watching Netflix, waking up with no alarm clock, then napping mid afternoon.  But I am excited to meet the new staff members, new parents, and most of all our students . . . and be living a useful life again after the long, restorative summer break.

Cheers,

Mary

 

Gratitude

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This week has been crazy-busy at school preparing for our annual Thanksgiving Feast, which will be held at lunchtime Wednesday with parents and students. In our classroom we cleaned, boiled, chopped, then baked sweet potatoes. A dressing of parsley, green onion, and roasted poblano peppers in olive oil was drizzled on top. YUM. My arms are tired from carrying 150 sweet potatoes to and from the kitchen, but it was happy work. I wish I’d had a hidden camera on our Kindergarteners while they prepared the slimy, fragrant vegetables. The smells and textures were almost too much for them. My teacher-in-crime and myself shared many giggles over our huge mess, both of us exclaiming, “Will we ever be done?” It was a team-building experience for all, that’s for sure! As a class, we made a gratitude list, which also brought lots of smiles.

Days like this one make me feel incredibly grateful that I’ve found a place to be, a place where I’m happy and useful! For years I’ve had this quote posted front and center on my refrigerator, “Just give your love, and don’t look back to see if anyone takes it.” My old friend, Arlo Guthrie, said that. (We’ve never met, but I’ve known him so long I don’t let that stand in the way of our relationship.) I’m so fortunate to have found a place to practice what I preach.

I did a few errands on the way home, then I finally rolled into the driveway, turned off the car, and honestly, I felt so physically tired that I just sat for a moment. Did I even have the energy to get out of the car? Good grief! I’m still sick, and I sure am tired of it. Ruby barked a welcoming hello, so in I went, and after a cup of strong coffee, I felt like I could tackle the jobs at hand. Hubby went with me over the high school to pick up some marching band stuff I’ve been working on, and we chatted about our day.

And then . . . I took a nap. It was one of those kind of naps where you wake up on the couch and think, where am I? What didn’t my alarm go off? Where IS everyone? Olive was licking my arm, and Tilly was purring at my feet. Then I heard Hubby’s voice from the office on a work call. Oh my. Sometimes I get a glimpse into what it will be like to be elderly . . . and I don’t like it. Feeling this tired is a total drag, but I am 100% happy that I have a fulfilling life that fills my heart and challenges my mind! Working with children has brought so much meaning back into my life. They are hilarious, adorable, charming, ridiculous, and lively!

This evening has been spent preparing food for Thanksgiving—cranberry jelly, green bean casserole, and the same dressing I made last year which has sausage, apples, and dried cranberries. I don’t care for dressing or stuffing, but my peeps require it and say this is a good recipe. The cooking revived me. I did a little kitchen dancing to the Born Ruffians, Brandon Flowers, and Florence Welch while stirring cranberries and slicing veggies. Tomorrow evening will be cleaning and pies! My wrist step counter reads at 14,400 (about 7 miles) so I do believe I will sleep well tonight. I’ll fall asleep smiling at the wonderful pre-Thanksgiving adventures I’ve had this week, feeling so grateful for each one.

Cheers,
Mary