He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.
He loves me! And I love him!
Enter Sir Teddy
Teddy isn’t feeling well today, so Ted stayed with him while Kari went to work. While Ted was busy with something else, Teddy went into his room. In a little while, he appeared before his grandpa in his latest regalia.
It’s not “that thing going around”
I’ve been feeling crummy for six days now, and there’s no sign I’m getting better. In fact, my eyes are red, swollen, and draining today, so I decided it’s time to call in the big guns and make a doctor’s appointment. It’s not flu; my lungs are clear; it’s probably viral; and it’s not what the doctor is seeing in most of his patients these days. So there! It’s not “that thing going around.” I feel too awful to say that makes me feel special.
The prescription: A cough syrup with codeine in it to stop my nearly constant coughing and Sudafed to clear the congestion he thinks might be backing up from my sinuses into my eyes.
The prognosis: It might take five more days before I even start to feel better. As Jeff would write, sigh.
You never know what’s going to happen in your day
Today I had a follow-up with Dr. P., the hand surgeon, to have the stitches removed from my wrist. While he pulled and snipped, he chatted with me about the school he built and supports in India through his foundation.
He knows I worked in the educational field and that I’m retired, so he started telling me some of his concerns about the school. I responded with some simple suggestions, and he moved on to more detail and teacher trainings. I finally asked what he was really trying to tell me. (At this point, I catch my breath, my heart rate accelerates, and my eyes widen.) He wants me to put together a training for his teachers and then go to India to train them, at the expense of his foundation!
I’ve explored some avenues to make a meaningful contribution to education, especially for those who struggle to be educated, but the roads haven’t taken me where I want to go. Could this be the Lord working in one of his famously mysterious ways? The more Dr. P. and I talked, the more excited I became. Sanity did not totally disappear, however, and I asked for time to consider this. He said there is no hurry.
When I got home, I emailed the person I most respect in education: Dr. John Henschke–my mentor, advisor, and friend. I asked him to meet with me to discuss this idea. John has taught adult education in 20 countries. I know he will be able to guide me in asking the right questions and in doing the necessary research to verify whether or not I’ve discovered a shining star in my retirement sky.
When Oprah turned 50, she said she knew that her best work was yet to be done. I always hoped that would be true for me as well. This may or may not be the direction for me to take, but just think: What if it is?
Puzzle update
More than three weeks later, we still haven’t finished the puzzle we started on a chilly January night. In fact, we demoted it to the dining room table two weeks ago and haven’t worked on it since. I guess we’re not puzzle people. I rarely give up on a project, and can think of only three that I deliberately quit without finishing. I’m starting to wonder if I should go for four.
It’s that thing that’s going around
We’ve had three up/down weather cycles in the last ten days (25-35 degree temperature differences in the daytime highs), and that almost always gives me laryngitis. This time was no exception. The laryngitis wasn’t bad–one crummy day and then a come-back–but it was followed by something evil that took me downhill for three days. This is the fourth day and I think I bottomed out yesterday, because I feel a little better today. I assume that in 7-10 days, I’ll be fine. Sooner would be good.
Question: When you get sick in the winter, why does everyone blame it on “that thing that’s going around”? Does “that thing” ever “go around” in other seasons?
I’m seeing red
Bissinger’s is ready for Valentine’s Day! The superpowers of the beautiful red candy boxes pulled us into the store tonight and made us buy two chocolate-covered cherries apiece. Yum! The superpowers of chocolate are awesome!
Do you have any questions?
This morning, I had a giant cell tumor removed from my wrist. It’s a noncancerous growth of larger-than-normal cells. It looked like I had inserted a marble under my skin, and I could tell that it was growing over the past few months. It was getting big enough to become irritated when I repeatedly bumped my wrist on flat surfaces, so it was time to get rid of it.
Before the surgery, the prep nurse asked if I had any questions. I asked how long I have to wait to put pressure on my wrist and to return to Pilates. (Answer: Two weeks for pressure; OK for Pilates as long as I don’t do any moves that put stress on my wrist.)
This was an outpatient procedure, so the “rooms” were divided by curtains like an emergency room. That meant I could hear other patients’ conversations. When asked if he had any questions before his procedure, the man on the other side of my curtain said, “Just one. When can I drink alcohol?” (Answer: Not while you’re taking pain medication.) Obviously, his priorities are different from mine.
She’s just like me
Those who know me well know that I believe spring begins on the day following the winter solstice. Holding the thought that the days are getting longer keeps me from whining about winter, my least favorite season. This week, I discovered a literary soulmate.
One of the characters in the book I’m currently reading was walking outdoors “into the blustery cold” of February in New York. She asks, “Why is there February? . . . February should be eliminated altogether for the good of mankind.”
Time moves on in the story and it becomes March. At this point, the same character notes that, “Seeing it’s March, it’s practically April, so it’s almost summer if you think about it.” Yes! I get that!
P.S. There was a small flock of robins in the front yard this morning. It must be nearly summer!
Drink up!
While driving today, I passed a store that specializes in selling alcoholic beverages. The store’s roadside sign advertised a “Liquer Sale.” Raise your hand if you agree that people ought to know how to spell what they do for a living.
This is Ted
Since the Christmas break, I’ve been spending most of my weekly tutoring time helping Ted with algebra and geometry. Ted is 17 and has failed a number of classes, so he’s working on them in the Success School, as well as working at a job.
Ted told me he intends to study hard to achieve his high school diploma. The classroom teacher told me Ted likes working with me and he feels like he’s finally “getting it.” Today, he scored 100 percent on a chapter test, making this a very good day for Ted.
. . . And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why teachers teach.
Forceful escape?
A Fox news reporter told us last night that three offenders escaped from a California prison. According to the reporter, they used power tools to access a drop point, then tied bedsheets together and repelled their way down. I assume the repelling force kept them from hitting the side of the building as they rapelled to the ground.
Odd classroom
Today, another teacher was using the closet-size room in which I usually tutor students, so I was put in the former “shop” classroom. It’s a large room with a bare concrete floor, a high ceiling that includes ceiling-mounted electrical outlets for power tools, and a few amenities such as a desk, a table, and large plants under some of the windows.
It addition to other activities, the room is apparently used as a storage space, as evidenced by two dozen computer towers, extra folded tables, and a rolling rack filled with folding chairs. Some of the more unusual items in the room included an antique large-screen classroom TV; an also-antique set of bound World Book encyclopedias; and scattered pieces of exercise equipment (a Nordictrack-type thing, a treadmill, a recumbent bike, and a yoga mat).
Even more unusual were the two gas grills and the washer/dryer–complete with detergent and the original energy use sticker. You never know when you’ll want to fire up the grill and/or do your laundry between classes!
Treadmill and gas grills
Washer and dryer–with energy sticker!
Grammar fun
As a bona fide grammar nerd, I regularly read the “Grammarly” blog. This week’s blog had some entertaining sentences, one of which was:
“The man the professor the student has studies Rome.”
This sentence conveys that the student has a male professor who studies ancient Rome. The embedded information in the center of the sentence is grammatically correct, but confusing. Given the fact that this is a grammar blog, I couldn’t help groaning at a reader’s comment that asked, “Haven’t you heard about comas?”
What makes English grammar fun? The fact that the following sentence makes sense!
“All the faith he had had had had no effect on the outcome of his life.”
Candyland?
What do you give to a man who has everything? An M&Ms sculpture, of course! This was a birthday gift to Ted from Jeff’s family.
Blowing snow!
It’s only two inches of snow, but that’s enough to finally try out the new snowblower I got last year. Good news: it works!
Define “Grandma”
From a TV ad: “I used to hate being called ‘Grandma.’ Now I love it. Especially when it comes from my grandkids.”
Question: Who else would have called her “Grandma”?
Aaarrrgghhh!!!
The heroine of the book I’m reading inherited a sapphire and diamond necklace with a “big, round, deep blue sapphire in the center” and (get this!) “two other smaller, but equally huge, diamond-surrounded sapphires flanking it on each side.” Well, are the flanking sapphires smaller than the center stone, or are they equally huge? They can’t be both. And where else would they “flank” the center stone except on each side? Nonsensical stuff like this drives me crazy!
Walkin’ in a winter wonderland ?
We just got home from walking in the falling snow. It’s 20 degrees, but not windy, so it was a good, invigorating walk. The forecast is for 3-4 inches of snow in the next 12 hours. Maybe I’ll finally get to use my new snowblower! ⛄
Just chillin’
The forecast was right: it’s cold! But it’s sunny, and not windy, so we decided to walk outside instead of on the treadmill. As the saying goes, “There is no bad weather; only bad clothing.” We put on the good clothing (base layer, heavy socks, down jackets, etc.) and headed out. It wasn’t bad at all, and we felt refreshed and invigorated when we got home–much more than we would have on our treadmill walks. It was strange not to see any other walkers, runners, or bikers, and only a few cars. That surely gives us bragging rights for today.
It’s puzzling
After 60+ degrees on Thursday, the cold front has arrived and the next few days will be very cold. We had a cozy evening with a fire in the fireplace while we worked on a 1000-piece puzzle. 125 pieces connected; 875 to go.
Success story
I was invited to attend the City of St. Charles School Board meeting tonight to be recognized for my volunteer service at the Success H.S. I’m always uncomfortable with public recognition, but I’m glad I accepted the invitation. When I was at the school Tuesday, the teachers asked me if I would be at the meeting, and they were very happy when I said “yes.” It made me think that if I’d said “no,” I would have disappointed them in their desire to thank me.
Five other people from two schools were also recognized and it was enjoyable to hear the stories from the principals describing the wonderful things they had done. I still don’t feel I deserve recognition for doing something I’m enjoying so much, but it’s always nice to be thanked. Best of all, as a result of the story about one of the other honorees, I went home with a wonderful idea for a way that Ted and I can do some meaningful charitable work through the school district.
New Zealand in Missouri
For Christmas, Thom and Katie gave each of us (Ted and me and the other three kids) tea towels they bought in New Zealand on their honeymoon. I decided to hang mine on a wall where I can enjoy it, rather than putting it out of sight in the dishtowel drawer. A dowel, a coat of stain, two coats of varnish, and a seam across the top edge of the towel, then voilà!–a wall hanging from New Zealand! Thanks, Thom and Katie!
A new condition?
Really??!! Corporal tunnel syndrome? Would that be outranked by sergeant tunnel syndrome?
How’s that again?
Tonight, both The Daily Show and The Nightly Show spoofed a prisoner in “Ma-‘nit-o-woc” County in WI. Ah, that would be ” ‘Man-i-to-woc” County. One of my big pet peeves is the version of English used in broadcasting. Maybe those money-making networks could hire an underling to call the county court house for the purpose of checking the pronunciations of unfamiliar place names.
P.S. When reporting on the St. Louis area, newly hired newscasters should verify ” ‘Flor-is-sant” before going on air and saying “Flor-‘iss-ant.”
A blind project
For some time, the drywall tape on the garage ceiling has been coming loose. In October, we hired a contractor to re-tape the ceiling to improve the trashy look of the garage. That, of course, led to re-painting the garage ceiling and walls, which we just painted circa 1980. (I’d be lying if I said it seems like yesterday.) To complete the fresh, new look, we bought new blinds for the windows.
The garage windows are six feet tall, and the window tops are eight feet from the floor. The six-foot long blinds we bought came with whopping 20-inch wands to open and close them.
We have our bikes in front of the windows, and I couldn’t reach the wands, so it was Home Depot to the rescue. I bought two 42-inch dowels, some cup hooks, and a mini can of glossy white paint, then headed for the basement.
Now the paint is dry, the dowels are hung, and I can adjust the blinds whenever I want to. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. Does anyone need a 20-inch wand?
First snow
We had our first snowfall of the season yesterday–about two inches. It was the fifth latest measurable snowfall on record for the area. Unbelievably, a snowplow cleared our street when it had an inch of slush on it! An hour later, all the neighborhood driveways were clear due to melting. I guess the plowing overtime is too good to resist! The down side: I still haven’t had a chance to use the new snowblower I got last winter.
To blog, or not to blog?
A few months ago, Thom suggested that I write a travel blog. I haven’t journaled or kept a diary since I was in seventh grade, so I told Thom he was very funny and that wouldn’t be happening. In spite of my best efforts, Thom’s suggestion stayed in my mind. I enjoy reading Jeff’s blog, and it makes me feel more connected with what’s happening in his life. Sometimes it even makes me want to contribute something from my own life in response.
I asked Jeff for some help in getting started, and (as always) he was very generous in sharing his computer expertise with me. So here I go–living on the edge and trying something new. I’m started.
