Where did the potting soil go?Â Lloyd’s still at school, so I can’t ask him.Â Who stole it???
This post is in honor of Brad’s comment at the doctor, “I teach middle school.”Â You can read about it here, but I warn you – it’s graphic!Â Being a teacher grants you a license to do anything weird.Â We get free stuff from McDonald’s – straws, boxes, juice, donations of all kinds,Â and MRI results.Â (When my dentist had finished making my crown, he handed me the plaster casts of my teeth. “Here, you teach preschool.”)Â With such power come responsibility, so it’s important not to abuse it.
Last week during the Day of Fun, I took a giant cookie into the mall to have it’s picture taken on the merry-go-round.Â (This was a cookie my class made back in NovemberÂ – he was a ‘runner’.Â When we went to check the oven – he was gone!!Â Oh no!Â We made a bunch of ‘Missing’ posters, but he hasn’t shown up yet.Â Since so much time has gone by, and they keep asking me about it, I thought that perhaps he had gone on some ‘adventures’ and would send us some postcards.)Â Lloyd thought I was crazy, and that the people at the merry-go-round would think I was crazy, but all I had to say was, “I teach preschool.Â Could you put this on the bench so I could take its picture?”Â Without blinking an eye, the girls said, “Sure!”Â
Ah, it’s fun doing weird things.
I like making things, and fortunately I’m not too detail-oriented, so the outcome isn’t a big deal.Â That’s why it’s great to work with preschoolers! “Process, not product” is our battle cry.Â Anyway, you may remember the old view of housekeeping, well, here’s an update.Â We spent a couple of weeks learning about tools.Â Once they had some basic safety skills down, they measured (23 inches, thank you), sawed, sanded, and helped assemble our new housekeeping wall.Â It’s about 87% finished, which mean I’ll get around to completing it in June.
There’s no getting around it. You can’t call yourself somebody’s friend if you haven’t built a shrine to them. (Right now you’re thinking, “Well of course, but where am I going to fit in a shrine?”) In a spare closet, silly!
We began our Shrine to Brad awhile ago, and it has grown greatly thanks to Beth providing photos and confirmation bulletins, Brad conveniently forgetting things when he leaves, and also snapping up his stuff off of eBay. (Thanks, Denis.) Be sure to notice the driftwood snake – courtesy of Grandpa Hummel -and the larger-than-life portrait of Ned. I’ll be glad to field any questions, and a free-will basket will be located at the door.
For those of you unfortunate enough to have never met my Grandpa Ernie, may I offer my sympathy. He was a very funny guy, and worthy of his own website. He owned a paper warehouse in Mattoon, Illinois, that I remember was full of every single thing in the world. (They make Lender’s Bagels in Mattoon, y’know.) We only visited my grandparents – both sets – once a summer, and I remember the trips of being long and hot in the old white station wagon. Grandpa Ernie would do impossibly wild things with us – like swinging us by our ankles – earning a scowl from Grandma Norie – “Oh, GAWD, Ernie! Put her down!” He made me my first screwdriver – at age ten I believe. A glass of orange juice with a drop of vodka. Ahhhh.
My cousing Heidi wrote a sweet memory of him on her website, and I just thought you should see his picture.
Somebody call Beth, ’cause the jury’s still out on the pesto.Â I put it on some fish and baked it, and that was alright.Â (I also made some back-up lemon pepper fish just in case fish one was inedible.)Â We also had ‘raw’ pesto on pasta, and I really didn’t care for that at all.Â (We had back-up pasta as well – with butter, milk and parmesan cheese.Â Awesome.)Â So, in conclusion, I have cooled mightily on the whole pesto thing.Â Although, it’s probably not fair to judge it from something I have made.Â Let’s face it, I’m no Rachel Ray.
To cheer everybody up, let’s look at the wine in my fridge!