- Popovers! I ate almost an entire pan of them today (raspberries + strawberries). I use Nosheteria‘s delicious recipe. Um, I meant to include a photo of them, but I definitely ate them all before photographing them.
- Dancing! After the Jog-a-thon on Friday, a bunch of my students ended up in my room listening to one of my mixes & one thing led to another & we had a little dance party. They made up their own versions of the tango & we practiced twirling. We had a good 10 minutes of fun, exuberant dancing.
- Cheap books! You probably know a) how large my personal library is, and b) how cheap I am when adding to it. I worked at the book fair the Friends of the Library held this week & got 50% off a bunch of books for my classroom – 7 new books for $20! Plus, I helped out a good cause & my kiddos will be pleased with me tomorrow.
- Dangly earrings! I’ve been very into longer earrings recently – even buying a pair of black, lacy ones that I was surprised I liked!
- BBQ! I don’t even think I need to tell you how much I adore BBQ. He has been BBQing recently, and if I hadn’t already married him, I would! Yum!
Archive for May, 2009
So, we went to see American Graffiti at The State last night. I volunteered there ahead of time (MANY root beer floats made!) & we met up with his (our?!) grandparents. None of that is particularly exciting, but the great part is that he had never seen the movie before. For those not in the know, its a George Lucas (of Star Wars fame) film about the summer after his senior year of high school. Fun fact: He actually attended the same high school & junior college as I did, although obviously a few decades apart.
The movie is set around the same time as my parents graduated high school (1960) & resplendent with the clothes, cars, dances and music of that era. Fun fact: I knew how to do those dances before modern ones as my mom taught me them when I was a girl (the stroll, mashed potatoes, etc.). Additionally, I could sing all the songs from the movie although I’m hazy on music published during my actual childhood, having grown up on a steady diet of rock from the 50s & 60s (Mama) + old country (Papa).
However, again, none of that is the point. I got to watch my husband grin every time the movie mentioned one of the small local things around here (he’s cutting over onto 10th & G, we’ll race out on Paradise Road, band came all the way from Stockton, we came all the way from Turlock to cruise…). Little notes, but it was nice to see him smile.
After the movie, we walked down J Street with the grandparents & his grandpa told us stories from his cruising days (hopping in and out of cars, stealing a bongo drum, flicking a cigar at another car & starting a fight), and it made me miss my own high school days (exchanging pizza between cars, throwing lemonade at too-forward guys, drowning people’s music out with our own + loud singing). I know that cruising is a huge pain for law enforcement & that’s why it became illegal, but it was a pretty big part of being in high school – both in the 50s & 90s.
I wish that a car + a tank of gas + 3 friends + hours until curfew still had the same ring of excitement as it once did.
- 2 – people I ran into who I hadn’t seen since high school
- 3 – combined total of their children
- 2 – people I saw who live in far distant countries (Sweden & Ireland)
- 3 – gorgeous apples I bought
- 1 – person I saw who I’ve known since she was born (+ her mom)
- 2 – teachers with whom I used to work
- 4 – students I’ve had in the past who hugged me
- 2 – times I goggled that my first year kiddos will be entering high school
- 1 – onion tart I bought because the concept of savory tarts seemed fascinatingly delicious today
- 11 – times someone told me they adored my bike
- 2 – former teachers I saw
- 3 – children I ran into who I used to babysit
- 5 – people who know my mom & asked me to say hi to her for them
- 1 – basket of raspberries purchased
- 30 – minutes it took standing in front of the raspberry stall before I could buy it because of the people who saw me
- 120 – minutes earlier I went to the market this morning to “save time”
- 30 – normal amount of minutes it takes me to shop there
- 150 – amount of minutes it took today
- 0 – minutes earlier than normal when I left (awkwardly phrased, but there you go)
I’m afraid someday I’ll be busy with life & forget what I have. It’s happened before. So, I’m trying to snapshot these little memories.
Next time I’m zipping from one thing to the next, I’ll remember the end of the week, being tired from too much work, and just wrapping myself up next to him, idly stroking his back as we curled up in the lamplight & read companionably.
Oh, man. Here I sit, at school. It’s 6:30pm & I’ve been here for about 11 hours. These are the days that I need to remember when I spout on about my (awesome!) vacations… Not a complaint, just a reminder to myself that I do work long, hard hours when I am on track.
Our new principal started yesterday (Monday being a holiday) & called a leadership meeting for this afternoon. That’s not so bad, but it was preceded by a union meeting directly after school, a meeting with him personally at lunch, the vice principal at recess & yard duty before school. If you’re keeping track, I’ve had less than 5 minutes of break since I got here at 7:45am. The downside of being a teacher is that your breaks are not sacred. I am thinking about treating myself to something decadent for dinner (as I haven’t eaten today).
I like everything to be just so, and I tend to put too much on my own shoulders (hint: if you are ever asked to take over scheduling / setting a calendar for a year round school, SAY NO), especially this time of year. However, I know it’ll be done right, even though the figures are swimming in my head right now (19 teachers during these 6 months on track, 21 during those 3, 22 during those 3, times of 30-45 minutes of yard duty per week on a bimonthly rotating schedule with 8 15-minute slots & 2 30-minute slots daily, and heaven help us if it is not completely equal, even though how can it be with 27 teachers in total…).
I think it is time to shut down the computer & put those problems off to solve another day!
Edit: 7:00 & I swear I’m leaving now.
I hope we never get to the point where we stop holding hands. It’s innocent & reassuring & my favorite part of having to go shopping.
So, I fell in love with this song – Dog Days are Over by Florence & the Machine. It is delicate & forceful & infectious all at once. I thought I’d do myself a favor and watch the video (also found on the previous link, but here via YouTube in case you’re anti-last.fm). It has creepy clowns & even makes glitter look ominous. The part where they’re running after her & she trips & the creepy circus binds her with what appears to be bloody rope almost turned me off the song. I think I’m going to keep this one an audio (not visual) pleasure!