1) Buy a really old, really sturdy egg slicer. Or maybe get it as a gift? I don’t know.
2) Leave it in your kitchen drawer for one decade. Preferably two. Use it to slice eggs once.
3) Ask Lloyd to slice olives. Stay his hand from the blade he doth reach for, and instead pull out yon dusty implement.
4) Watch him slice up one whole can of olives and ask for another can.
Archives for November 2014
Another year, another parade
The lighted Christmas Parade is happening this Saturday. We haven’t had the excitement of building the float this year, so it’s slightly less work, but it still took up more of my weekend than I’d like. Friday night Sam and Rachel helped me get the top and sides out of the garage where it’s being stored. That building is FULL of floats, and ours was back in the corner. Saturday Lloyd, Sam and Gracen helped get the rest of it out and we took it to the center. Today (Sunday) was repair and assembly day. (I still have to fix the star. The post was bent when we were rolling it into the garage last year.)
Last year one of the tires lost air either before or during the parade and made it DIFFICULT to push. This year I have 10″ tires to replace the 8″ tires, and hopefully the combination of larger size and actual inflation will help.
It mostly went together fine. As I was assembling I thought, “I should have marked these pieces so I’d know how to put them back on.” Well, it turns out I did, and I put every piece on backwards that I possibly could. It doesn’t matter.
Up and ready to go.
I have the costumes that kids can borrow hung up all over the thing. It’s like a Farmer’s Market! Get it? ‘Farmer’? ‘Stable’?
I guess it’s just not funny.
It was a rough game
First year teaching memories
Today was a rough day at school. My class is a bit difficult this year, and for the most part I’m ok with it, but today was hard. Our new teacher also had a hard day and confessed that she felt like crying at one point. I assured her that I have felt like crying at several points over the years, and have – in fact – cried in front of the children. I think it just comes with the territory. There was a Dark Year a couple of years ago when I would come home, walk past Lloyd, go upstairs and lie face-down on the bed and have a good bawl.
My first year teaching, our school was a block and a half from a Taco Bell. Those were back in the days when I didn’t eat lunch with the kids, so I would zip through the drive-thru for a MexiMelt and a nice little cry. Daily.
Teaching is tough. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. (And if anyone says that teaching preschool is a piece of cake, I double-dog-dare you to come do my job for a day. No – two hours. No – one hour. Let me watch. 🙂 )
Over and out. Happy Saturday.
Let there be light.
The Early Dark (as Brad calls it) is upon us, and with that comes Late Dark in the morning. The sun isn’t up until around 7:45/8, but our cook at the CDC starts breakfast at 6. She has mentioned before how dark it is in her workspace. The overhead light is behind her, making the countertop shadowed, and the light over the sink is blocked by the cabinets. I bought one of those cheap-o plug-in fluorescent lights and put it under the cabinet.
I think it will work quite nicely. Here’s without:
… and with:
Hope she likes it.
A poem
Meeting’s over.
Shopping’s done.
Home on stool.
Post’s begun.
Cats are sleeping.
Boy on couch.
Girl is typing.
Head feels ‘ouch’.
Three-pill headache.
Off to bed.
Sleep ’til morning
‘less I’m dead.
Wait, too morbid.
Sorry, guys.
Poems shouldn’t
make you cry. s.