I was home sick from work Friday.
This means that on Thursday night I had to: put in for a guest teacher, write sub plans (giving as clear of directions as I could in my feverish state on all the subjects, transitions, small groups, spelling test and reading test procedures, and the passing out of the various homework components for the following week), and email a co-worker with my plans so that she could print them off. I also had not planned on being out so, while the white board had the schedule already set for the next day, I had not put out the homework and other various papers that needed to go home. I wrote directions for my wonderful co-worker on this as well.
I slept in until six but needed to get up to prepare breakfast and make school lunches for the boys. I made sure they had clean teeth and brushed hair before I could go back to bed.
For lunch I wanted comfort food so I made grilled cheese.
Alas, I had no soup.
It is now Sunday night and my painfully sore throat and fever are gone. My throat is still scratchy and my sinuses are far from clear, but I am so much better than before. Fingers crossed that no one else at Casa de Shoes on the Wrong Feet catches my bug.
The dogs were a tumbleweed of black fur as I opened the door to let them in. They had been outside to take care of their business and were eager to start their day, eager for their breakfast.
Sasha whipped around my legs while Haley leapt in small bursts nearby. From the back door we typically walk through the dining room and kitchen and over to the hall closet where the dog food is stored.
I started walking. The dogs followed, well, Haley followed. Something was going on with Sasha.
Sasha’s tail, ever elusive in the chase, was clamped tightly in her mouth. She looked both startled and confused at her accidental tail capture as she tried to follow Haley and I. She spun in tight circles, tail in mouth, while simultaneously trying to walk in a forward direction towards the source of her breakfast. It was not working out well for her.
I stopped, dislodged her tail from her teeth, and patted her and praised her for her success.
She pranced off proud as could be, ready to take on the world one tail at a time.
Raise your paw if you are a successful tail chaser. Successful tail chaser, right here!
We were treated to a bit of rain, clouds, and cold this weekend in Phoenix, AZ.
Don’t feel too bad for us, however, because while parts of our country are suffering with extreme temperatures this also happened to us over the weekend.
No, the pool is not heated.
Nothing quite like using fresh squeezed grapefruit juice to make a margarita on a sunny day. Even better, the citrus was given to us from one of our neighbors.
There is a small stuffed Tigger that hangs from a key chain that, lately, can be found hanging on our door.
Tiny Tigger on our door knob.
The Tigger was originally ours, but Carter decided he was done with it and graciously offered it to one of the four and a half year old twin girls who live next door to us. Let’s call her Ella.
She was quite taken with it and rushed home to show her mom. The Tigger has a zipper in its back that can be unzipped to disclose a small pouch that one might use to store coins or paper money. But not for Ella. No, that pouch had only one use in her mind and that is to put notes in.
I got a text from Ella’s mom the first night Tigger was at their house. It warned me that Ella had hung the Tigger on our doorknob and that inside there was a note for Carter.
Ella will be 5 this summer and cannot yet write, but her mom acted as scribe for her. It was a simple note letting Carter know she will not be able to play because she is at her cousins house.
The next time Ella came over she demanded to know where the Tigger was and why Carter had not written her a note back.
Carter does not like to write. His spelling and handwriting are both less than desirable, but he wrote her back.
And so this has been on going on, cul-de-sac pen pals. Today there was a new note from Ella and this time she wrote it herself and her mom wrote a translation.
I rather love the notes in the Tigger. It makes me smile to see it hanging on our door or to watch Carter run across the cul-de-sac to hang it on Ella’s mailbox.
After dinner, I make school lunches for Cody, Carter, and myself. Tonight was no different. As I was pulling items from the fridge and formulating the lunch menu, Carter walked by. He peeled open the container of sugar snap peas and loudly crunched into one of them. We chatted a bit as I made sandwiches and put them into the lunch containers.
Carter helped himself to another fistful of peas. He called out for me to look at him. There he was jauntily leaning against the kitchen door frame, pea pod held between his fingers as if it were a cigarette. His face was puckered into a scowl, his eyes narrowed and dark. Then he smiled and laughed as he proclaimed himself to be a Vegetarian Thug. The Veggie Thug took a pea puff or two and then chomped off the end of his prop and smiled again. I asked him to recreate his Thug so as to photograph it.
Livin’ the Veggie Thug lifestyle.
Carter has a new elective class this semester, Information and Technology. Last week they were given a project to create an “All About Me” digital poster of themselves using a variety of apps.
Carter was excited to share his with me, but more importantly he wanted to share with me one of his favorite apps, webcam Toy. So, of course, we played around with it.
One , two, three -strike a pose. One, two, three…
Cody wanted to get in on it too.
The mom photo bomb!
And one more…
A lovely selfie of Cody’s mouth.
Whatever do they teach kids in school these days?!? 😉
On our dining room table can always be found several items. We’ve got your typical salt and pepper shakers, napkin holder, and sugar bowl, with a candle for mood lighting. We also have the more atypical salt alternative and the cinnamon sugar shaker.
And there is Chloe, our cat, lurking in her basket in the background.
Apparently there are other items that have recently been deemed as dining room table worthy. Anyone up for mealtime math?
Yesterday was a lost day, meaning that I went to bed Tuesday evening at 9 p.m. and did not wake up again until yesterday around 3 p.m.
I’m not sure what it was that drug me down into the depths of sleep, made my face feel like it was a punching bag, and caused my nose to run continuously. I dreamt in snippets – one moment I was knees to chest on the floor of a wet boat, trying to keep warm and the next the school nurse was performing an emergency tracheotomy on me as I clawed at my throat unable to breath. It wasn’t pleasant to say the least.
Today is better. Today I woke up, drank coffee, and ate breakfast. Today I am in a semi state of dress, lounge pants, a tee shirt, a sweater, and slippers that may be passable as shoes. You would almost not be able to tell that I am coming off an 18 hour sleeping sickness but the telltale signs are there. The sides of my nose are red, my eyes are a bit glazed over, and my lips are of those you would expect to see in a topographer’s dreams.
Sorry Burt, but your Bees are not simply not up for the task.
When asked if I make resolutions for the New Year, I will tell you that no, I do not.
But that is not entirely truthful. I do reflect on the year gone past and consider actions I can take to alter my life path moving forward. Some of these considerations I weave into my daily routine and they stay with me, others I reject or allow to gently and quietly fade, allowing no judgement to fall upon me.
I don’t tend to share my “resolutions”. Once they are spoken they take on a weight that I find uncomfortable. Expectations can be heavy. But then there is this – what if I simply don’t allow them to take on this unwanted mass, what if I just write about them and let them float out there for me to ponder on?
My thoughts on 2019 (formulated while showering this morning):
- Hour of Action – This thought goes something like this: I will set aside one hour every weekend (or maybe each weekend day) that I will tackle some task that I do not normally do. A short list of such tasks could look like: clean out the refrigerator, bathe and brush the dogs, wash the baseboards, clean out a closet, organize my dresser, bake banana bread, pull weeds in a forgotten area of the yard. You get the idea. These are tasks or events, unlike vacuuming, dish washing, and laundry, that are not typical (at least not typical to me!). They don’t have to be things I dread like deep cleaning the toilet (is that even a thing?) or doing a complete litter change and bleaching of the cats’ litter boxes. It could be something as lovely as baking oatmeal chocolate chip cookies with the boys. Not something I typically do, but something that really should be done because I want to but never seem to do.
- Picture a Day – This one may be cheating because I’ve already started doing this. Last week I sent a text to my longest time friend with a picture of a Christmas ornament she have given me many years ago. I don’t remember how it got started (and I am too lazy to get up from my desk to get my phone and read over our text thread) but I told her I would start texting her a picture a day until she was sick of me. Well, she has not been, rather quite the opposite, for she texts me back with a picture too – pictures of random moments in our lives. Pictures of cats, pictures of cousins dancing with their grand kids and Santa, pictures of rainbow colored stuffed animal owls wearing glasses, and pictures from our backyard. Have I remembered to send one everyday? No. Do I beat myself up over this? No.
Lose Weight – Healthy Actions – I am not overweight, but I wouldn’t mind being a bit more trim and fit. I would like to have a more healthy body and mind, a more healthy lifestyle. This thought entails being cognizant of actions I take to improve my health, in whatever form this may take and writing down these actions to hold myself accountable. It could be as simple as not having seconds at dinner or starting my day with a positive thought, or it could be something larger such as joining (and actually utilizing) a gym.
Hot showers – free from the needs of kids and sheltered from the lurking cat who likes to rub against my legs and then randomly attack them – are where some of my greatest ideas form. I am not sure that these are some of those greatest ideas, but they sound good enough to try out.
I raise my glass of champagne, or mug of coffee as it may be, to you.
Laugh, love, listen. Be kind to yourself and others.