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Dear Hubby,

I know you’ve only been gone 36 hours, but I thought you’d want to know how we’re doing since you boarded that plane for Delhi yesterday morning.  The pictures you posted on Facebook were actually a bit disappointing; I thought it would all look more “foreign.”  I’m sure once you reach Bangalore you will see so many new things, and I hope you’ll take lots of pictures.

So here is a short report of some stuff you missed:

Ruby the Wonder Spaniel keeps barking out the front window at your car parked in the driveway.  We have visited your car five times in the last hour.  She has sniffed it thoroughly, we’ve gone back inside, and ten minutes later, she begins to bark again as if you are home. There has bee a lot of “woo-wooing” for you.  If this goes on for many more days, I will be buying her a muzzle, or perhaps a strong sedative.

I still have not mopped the spills from our big graduation party on Saturday.  Maybe soon? I hate to mop.  The party was grand, and thanks for all of your help, especially when you knew you were going on this important international work trip early the next morning.  I keep smiling thinking of how many wonderful family and friends attended our event to help us celebrate William and his friends.  We are so very blessed!

I was happy to get back to school today to see my favorite Kindergartners.  The only downside was the song chosen for morning meeting:  “Tooti Ta.”  OMG, I hate that song with a red-hot passion.  The bad news: it’s still stuck in my head.  The good news:  one of our girls scratched a mosquito bite on her leg and was bleeding, so OH DARN, I had to take her to get a band aid and missed most of the song.

I had the most lovely dream this morning that I was roller skating with Dan and Kyle from Bastille.  The three of us were alone in a lush, amazingly beautiful park filled with fragrant flowers and dense trees. We skated on a smooth path and were skating so fast, it felt like we were flying. Afterwards we rested on a grassy knoll, and in a moment of happiness, I leaned over and kissed Dan on the cheek. He didn’t seem to mind too much.  (I know I’m weird and totally embarrassing and too old to be a fan girl–so sorry.)

Eve says she is totally prepared for her big EMT certification test on Wednesday.  She stopped by last night to check on me and the pets.  William has not been around much. Between working and friends he is very busy, but always so good to tell me where he is when I ask.  I stopped by Patrick and Samantha’s and met their five rescue kittens who were tumbling all over each other. They were totally adorable, though extremely stanky after a ringworm treatment at the vet’s.

I watched two wretched movies on Amazon Prime yesterday:  A Walk in the Woods and School of Life.  I finished the first one because the scenery was beautiful (even though the pace was painful), but I only made it through 20 minutes of the next angsty show about a dying teacher at a private school. Egad!  It got four stars! The plot, the cast, and the story line were all total poop!  Who watches these dreadful things???

You’d better sit down for this last bit of news:  After work today, I went to the gym.  That’s right. I swear it’s true.  It was worse than usual since the gym was filled with awkward middle-aged men (some without shirts on–is that even allowed?), but I stuck it out and currently have 15693 steps on my Vivofit step counter.

That’s it for my news.  Please don’t forget to take those malaria pills . . . and be so careful about the water.  Do not buy me a knock-off designer purse because I do not know or care about designers. (Remember the smelly woven leather shirt you brought me from Mexico that one time?)  Get the work done so you don’t have to go back . . . because we miss you.

Love,

Mary

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Message in a Bottle

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It’s been an interesting week.  I subbed as lead teacher in our Kindergarten classroom two days, and it was fun to choose the books for our afternoon story time.  One of the favorites from my childhood is called The Secret Three  and tells the story of two boys who find a message in a bottle at the edge of the ocean–a message written in a secret code. Spoiler alert:  It turns out the message is from a boy who has just moved into the lighthouse across the bay, and the boys end up forming a club called The Secret Three.  I had fun looking up facts about messages in a bottle to share with the class.  Our six year old students are interested in EVERYTHING and were intrigued by the idea of messages in bottles. Here are some quick facts from Wikipedia:

  • The first recorded messages in bottles were released around 310 BC by the ancient Greek philosopher Theophrastus, as part of an experiment to show that the Mediterranean Sea was formed by the inflowing  Atlantic Ocean.
  • On his return to Spain following his first voyage to the New World, Christopher Columbus’ ship entered a severe storm. Columbus threw a report of his discovery along with a note asking it to be passed on to the Queen of Castile, in a sealed cask into the sea, hoping the news would make it back even if he did not survive. Columbus did survive and the sealed report was never found, or, at least, its discovery never reported.
  • In the 16th century, the English navy, among others, used bottle messages to send ashore information about enemy positions.Queen Elizabeth I created an official position of “Uncorker of Ocean Bottles”, and anyone else opening the bottles could face the death penalty.
  • In 1914, British World War I soldier Private Thomas Hughes tossed a green ginger beer bottle containing a letter to his wife into the English Channel. He was killed two days later fighting in France. In 1999, fisherman Steve Gowan dredged up the bottle in the River Thames. Although the intended recipient of the letter had died in 1979, it was delivered in 1999 to Private Hughes’ 86-year-old daughter living in New Zealand.

After school, I shared with William about my day and told him I’d read this book.  I said, “Wouldn’t that be a dream job being the Official Uncorker of Bottles? ”  But William just frowned, groaned, and clutched his head (in that order).  “Argghh, why do you people DO this to us??  This happened all the time when I was little!  You teachers tell us something so cool, like messages in bottles washing up on the shore, and you as a little kid believe it! You think it’s going to be a big part of your life . . .  or else why would they teach you this stuff? Have YOU ever found a message in a bottle??  Because I haven’t!   Mom, don’t DO that to the kids.  Don’t tell them about cool stuff that will never happen.”

Well.  I’m still pondering on this little outburst . . . because there is a nugget of truth to it. By introducing new concepts that are perhaps unique, random, or fantastical, do we lead our students into thinking their lives are going to be more exciting than they truly will be? Or do they inspire the kids to lead magical lives?  I like to think that stimulating the imagination is always a good thing.  On the other hand, my life is 100% more boring than I thought it would be when I was in elementary school.  For me, the jury is still out.

I will finish up here because the family is giving me that sideways look that means, “You promised enchiladas, but we don’t see any enchiladas . . . and we’re hungry.”  Hubby is wound tighter than the girdle of a Baptist minister’s wife at an all-you-can-eat Pancake Breakfast.  The reason?  One week from TODAY he is flying to India and then Shanghai for a two-week business trip.  He is not ready.  In fact, at one of the graduation parties we attended yesterday, our friend Pam “schooled him” about traveling in India.  Apparently the water is so full of bacteria that she told Hubby to take with him two Z-Packs (antibiotics) because it’s not a matter of “if” you get ill, it’s a matter of when.  She got sick simply from shower water accidentally flowing into her nose while rinsing her hair! Also Hubby somehow missed the memo that he is supposed to be taking anti-malaria tablets. He is super excited about his travel plans, and I am trying my best not to mom him, but if he comes home with malaria, I swear to God I will be madder than a full moon dog and he WILL be sleeping on the couch. Truly, I’m so happy for him to have his Grand Adventure. We are the generation that grew up on Disney’s Jungle Book. . . so in a way this trip is fulfilling our childhood fantasy of traveling to the land of Mowgli, Kaa, Bagheera, and Shere Khan; a land we dreamed of as children and hoped we would explore one day.

Cheers,

Mary