Thursday, May 12, 2011
My substitute teacher is all lined up and is someone I know and trust. I have left her detailed plans for the day. It is difficult, though, to leave my class at this time. There is so much to do in terms of rehearsal for the musical, putting finishing touches on the flats and props. etc. Our musician will in in the afternoon, as will a parent who will come in and work with some of the children on a tap routine to go with one of the songs, and another who will help with the flats and props. So, at this very moment, I need to let go and believe that everything that needs to get done will still get done in my absence.
My endoscopy is scheduled for tomorrow morning. I've had an endoscopy before, and it wasn't terrible. A little drug induced nap and it was all over. So, I really wasn't worried about it. But... I had release papers to bring home to sign and bring back. They, of course, tell about what a safe procedure it is, and then go on to explain about possible complications including perforation, dropped blood pressure, and even death. This does not instill confidence. It's hard not to get a little bit anxious about it.
I think I need to take a poodle walk now and get a little sun and exercise.
Slow deep breaths.
Slow deep breaths.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
My dear Spark friends are reminding me that I was supposed to be doing less, not more, but there is no helping it at the end of a school year. There is just so much to do, that even cutting back does not really make much of a dent. Between today and the end of the school year:
end of the year testing, endoscopy, play rehearsal, set building, prop making, costume making, graduation, 1 bar mitzvah, two HS graduation parties, preparing for camping, and camping. In two and a half weeks, I will have time to breathe, relax, play music, exercise, and be fully me. Not too far away - doable, actually.
I have been thinking about the camping trip. One thing I find is that my wiggly kids do better on the camping trip than they do in school, they tend to love being out of doors and busy. I am planning an even more nature based education program next year than this year because so many of my current students thrive on that. There is so much children can learn, just from being out in nature on a regular basis and through the seasons.
I'll have my camper along on our trip. The children sleep in tents, but my camper is home-base. I store food, children's medicine, first aid kit, etc. in it. I don't get to spend any time in my camper except at night, unless it is pouring rain, but it is my haven when the children are all tucked into their tents for the night.
Home base with my little picnic table. The table is made out of two sheets of plywood and fully collapsible.
I have an entire living room to relax in. I keep wildflower and bird reference books in my camper so we can look up birds or flowers that we don't already know. This year I'll bring my kindle for my evening reading.
I also have a bathroom with a shower, which can make all the difference in the world at the end of a day. We camp primitive so I will not have AC,
Stella loves o go camping and is already antsy as Mike and I get the camper ready for the end of the year camping trip. Mike doesn't join me, but he does help get the camper ready and pulls it up to the campground for me.
I always bring my meditation corner with me.
Between directing the play at the theater, walking the children to the park for lunch during theater rehearsal next week, hiking with children, boating, and swimming, I'll be getting plenty of exercise over the next two weeks. I'll bring my guitar along and at least 3 ukeleles so we can have some music.
Camping should be fun, and summer is now right around the corner.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Stella is undeniably Queen of the House!
"It's ALL about ME" ~ Stella
Meanwhile, in my life as a mere peon....
First, I want to apologize to all of my friends for not being very present recently. This is my busiest month. I have to have the spring musical whipped into shape by next Friday, graduate my seniors (6th graders) next Wednesday, then pack all 19 off to our 3 day end-of-the-year-camping trip.
How DOES she do it???
Well, by making myself sick, apparently. I had my second acupuncture treatment over lunch break. This time she focused on my digestive system. My stomach was so tense that she had a hard time determining what was the end of my breastbone and what was the beginning of my stomach. By the time she was done, my stomach was relaxed and I felt a great deal of relief. However, by the end of the school day, it was a knot again. Another indicator that this is likely stress related.
I went to the gastroenterologist yesterday. He wants me to get an endoscopy right away, so I have my appointment this coming Friday. Good thing I'm not superstitious.
I am looking forward to the GOOD fortune on Friday of finding out what is going on and finding the most effective path to healing.
Wishing you all well,
Queen Stella and Chris
Monday, May 09, 2011
At least 4 of the five chicks have hatched and are thriving. I count 4 beaks, but there could easily be one more baby in that pile of babies. They look so cute with their giant beaks and the beginnings of downy feathers.
In case you missed the earlier blue bird photos, they are here:
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Mom was an extremely creative person, and had a very colorful personality. She wasn't always easy to live with, but she enriched my life is so many ways that I still marvel at all she did.
Mom married Dad right after he was released as prisoner of war and had recovered from malnutrition, illness, and injuries. They loved each other dearly, both were artists and shared a love of nature and animals.
When we were growing up, our house was always filled with animals, both domestic and wild. These included, but were not limited to an otter, a baby possum, snakes, lizards, turtles, dogs, cats, hamsters, etc.... although not all at once. There were baby animals that got rescued and released; a snake who the cat caught that wore a band-aid on it's tummy until it healed and scared away one of our babysitters when it crawled out from under the couch; the doberman's they raised; the baby raccoons who ransacked our house on my brother's birthday; and the alcoholic chicken my dad brought home from the bar when its owner's wife said that either he or the chicken had to go. Fauna abounded and thrived at our house!
Mom was an artist extraordinaire, but her biggest pallet was her gardens. Unfortunately, I do not have any great photos of her gardens on my computer, but you can see them peeking through the windows. The entire yard was surrounded in beauty.
These are the traditional Christmas cookies Mom would bake each year at Christmas, for the family and to pass out to friends. She had quite a cookie production going on each year and passed the tradition on to my sister and I. It has been my pleasure to pass the tradition on to my daughter-in-law.
Mom taught art in public and private schools, at a school for severely handicapped children, and at a Center for the Arts. This is some of her own artwork. The wildflower water color painting in the background, the two puppets, and the piece of jewelry on the owl. She was quite an accomplished jeweler, a skill she passed on to my brother.
This is one of her fairy garden paintings. We always had a fairy compound that we worked on in the woods when we kids were growing on. Hmmm - now I have uncovered the background to the fairy house I am building.
What I can't show is her integrity of character, and her fierce protection of human rights. Mom was a civil rights activist all of her life, and in her later life worked hard to educate veteran's and their wives of their rights and how to get their due benefits. Long before it was an issue in the news, she was an ardent protector of the environment, refusing to buy over packaged goods, reusing anything that could be reused, and paying close attention to our impact on the environment in our every day lives.
I miss you, Mom. and thank you for all you have contributed to my life, which is immense.
Happy Mother's Day to all of the moms and grandmas! Thank you, too, for all you have done.
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