On a day of so many disappointments
On a day of struggle
On a day filled with difficulty
On a Thursday that felt like too much
I felt a warm breeze.
It felt like hope
Like a smile from afar
Blowing in a new day
A warmth that might only last a few hours
But that holds the promise of so much more
Fresh starts, problems resolved
A hope of spring coming
And with it, bright, sunny days
Today I felt a warm breeze that reminded me
All will be well.
Be still.
Listen.
Wait.
Breathe and trust.
Warm breezes are blowing, friends.
I'm slicing from the M.S.D. of Wayne Township in Indianapolis, IN, where I am the Title I Interventionist for Non-Public Schools. It is an honor and privilege to work with my wonderful students and their teachers everyday. They make my job so much FUN!
Thursday, March 14, 2019
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
Slice of Life, Day 13--"A Favorite Format Tradition"
I am a reading teacher, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a dog-mommy.
I keep memories in physical form (also known as a hoarder in some circles, I think...;)
I wish I could break down walls between people. I think we need more respect, less fear, and a more welcoming mindset.
I love differences and learning about them.
I sing a song of joy everyday...I hope. When people see me, I want them to see a friend.
I think everyone should own a dog. They make life better.
I really miss traveling overseas. Someday, I will, again, but for now, finances are all pointed towards a new house.
I need more sleep.
I should exercise. But man, the days go fast!
I can do more than I could at this time last year. I have health problems that flare, and I'm thankful when my body is cool.
I like to be creative--making things, decorating, gardening.
I make decisions sloooooowly, as my realtor is finding out. I can be completely in love with a house and out of love within minutes.
I always wish I had more than one life to live. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to have a chance to do all the things we dream of?
I keep memories in physical form (also known as a hoarder in some circles, I think...;)
I wish I could break down walls between people. I think we need more respect, less fear, and a more welcoming mindset.
I love differences and learning about them.
I sing a song of joy everyday...I hope. When people see me, I want them to see a friend.
I think everyone should own a dog. They make life better.
I really miss traveling overseas. Someday, I will, again, but for now, finances are all pointed towards a new house.
I need more sleep.
I should exercise. But man, the days go fast!
I can do more than I could at this time last year. I have health problems that flare, and I'm thankful when my body is cool.
I like to be creative--making things, decorating, gardening.
I make decisions sloooooowly, as my realtor is finding out. I can be completely in love with a house and out of love within minutes.
I always wish I had more than one life to live. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to have a chance to do all the things we dream of?
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Slice of Life, Day 12-- "Face Plant in the Dog Park"
Today I face planted in the dog park. Not an exaggeration, friends.
The muddy, smelly, nasty, dis-gust-ing dog park...
Let me tell you the story.
I got home and walked my dog over to the dog park across the street where I let him do his "business" (and where lots of people let their dogs do their business). Unlike others, I pick up my dog's business with the handy little bags they provide and deposit it in the convenient trash can located on the fence.
So, we've had a pretty wet winter here in Indiana, which means the place is a mud pit (mixed in with "other stuff"). As my Golden Retriever and I were leaving today, I got a boot stuck in the mud, turned an ankle, and landed directly in the muddy mess of nastiness.
The smell. Oh, the smell...
I've cleaned up and changed and I swear I can still smell it.
--gag--
I took my time getting up, because the last thing I wanted to do was lose my footing again. My dog, worried, started licking my face like crazy, which did not help.
I recovered, mostly in privacy, I think-- I didn't see anyone around, anyway--limped out of the park, got back to solid sidewalk, and headed home to clean up and ice my ankle.
So, tonight, no matter how bad your day was...imagine ending it with your nose inches from mud permeated with doggie do-do and be thankful.
It was like reading a book with a bad ending...such a great day, with such a, well, stinky ending.
Cheers to tomorrow, showers, and clean clothes! ;)
The muddy, smelly, nasty, dis-gust-ing dog park...
Let me tell you the story.
I got home and walked my dog over to the dog park across the street where I let him do his "business" (and where lots of people let their dogs do their business). Unlike others, I pick up my dog's business with the handy little bags they provide and deposit it in the convenient trash can located on the fence.
So, we've had a pretty wet winter here in Indiana, which means the place is a mud pit (mixed in with "other stuff"). As my Golden Retriever and I were leaving today, I got a boot stuck in the mud, turned an ankle, and landed directly in the muddy mess of nastiness.
The smell. Oh, the smell...
I've cleaned up and changed and I swear I can still smell it.
--gag--
I took my time getting up, because the last thing I wanted to do was lose my footing again. My dog, worried, started licking my face like crazy, which did not help.
I recovered, mostly in privacy, I think-- I didn't see anyone around, anyway--limped out of the park, got back to solid sidewalk, and headed home to clean up and ice my ankle.
So, tonight, no matter how bad your day was...imagine ending it with your nose inches from mud permeated with doggie do-do and be thankful.
It was like reading a book with a bad ending...such a great day, with such a, well, stinky ending.
Cheers to tomorrow, showers, and clean clothes! ;)
Monday, March 11, 2019
Slice of Life, Day 11--"I'm Worried..."
Sometimes during Slice of Life, I worry.
I get concerned that my late-night posting habits will backfire one day, and I'll wake up to find my recent post out there for all of you to see...and it's ridiculous. Full of errors and mistakes. On a topic that is dumb. And full of, "Hope you get some rest!" (because it's obvious you need it!) comments that just make me feel even more worried.
Maybe today is that day. I'm so tired, and this is all I've got.
Be gentle, fellow Daylight Savings Time, sleep-deprived, friends. This comes from the very bottom of the barrel....
AND...I'm worried for tomorrow morning. ;)
I get concerned that my late-night posting habits will backfire one day, and I'll wake up to find my recent post out there for all of you to see...and it's ridiculous. Full of errors and mistakes. On a topic that is dumb. And full of, "Hope you get some rest!" (because it's obvious you need it!) comments that just make me feel even more worried.
Maybe today is that day. I'm so tired, and this is all I've got.
Be gentle, fellow Daylight Savings Time, sleep-deprived, friends. This comes from the very bottom of the barrel....
AND...I'm worried for tomorrow morning. ;)
Sunday, March 10, 2019
Slice of Life, Day 10--"Can't Sleep. Thanks, Daylight Savings Time."
I can't sleep.
And it's time to sleep.
My dog is asleep.
My body is tired.
But, my brain is still on overdrive.
I know the drill, Daylight Savings Time.
"Spring Forward" into what, I wonder?
A week of messed up nights?
A week of dark mornings?
A week of not-enough-sleep hangovers?
All I can think about is...
If I'm tired, how exhausted will the kids be?
Will our collective grouchiness
Make us all laugh or unable to concentrate?
I can't sleep. And I know who to blame.
I hope you treat us well this year, Daylight Savings Time.
Please, go easy on us.
I can't sleep.
And I'm worried
That no one else can either.
And it's time to sleep.
My dog is asleep.
My body is tired.
But, my brain is still on overdrive.
I know the drill, Daylight Savings Time.
"Spring Forward" into what, I wonder?
A week of messed up nights?
A week of dark mornings?
A week of not-enough-sleep hangovers?
All I can think about is...
If I'm tired, how exhausted will the kids be?
Will our collective grouchiness
Make us all laugh or unable to concentrate?
I can't sleep. And I know who to blame.
I hope you treat us well this year, Daylight Savings Time.
Please, go easy on us.
I can't sleep.
And I'm worried
That no one else can either.
Saturday, March 9, 2019
Slice of Life, Day 9--"My Moment in Sounds"
As I sit typing this slice in the quiet of the evening, I hear...
the gentle fall of rain outside my windows, sometimes heavy, drowning everything out
the dripping of the gutters
an occasional roar, following with enormous splashes, by cars that pass by
heavy wind that comes in gusts that feel like surround sound white noise
soft doggy snores from the other couch
the humming of the refrigerator
the pitter-patter of my typing
many sounds blended together to make a silent, still moment
creating peace
the gentle fall of rain outside my windows, sometimes heavy, drowning everything out
the dripping of the gutters
an occasional roar, following with enormous splashes, by cars that pass by
heavy wind that comes in gusts that feel like surround sound white noise
soft doggy snores from the other couch
the humming of the refrigerator
the pitter-patter of my typing
many sounds blended together to make a silent, still moment
creating peace
Friday, March 8, 2019
Slice of Life, Day 8--"Heading Out on Another House Hunt"
I've got about an hour before I meet my realtor to view a listing that I LOVE.
Some thoughts from my racing brain and knotted stomach as I wait...
It's the right price.
A good location, a little far from work, but overlooking that for now... ;)
Gorgeous on the inside.
Recent updates.
It reminds me of my childhood home that got swept away in a tornado (MAJOR emotional points in it's favor!)
A sunroom.
A basement with possibilities.
Ready for a fence and a garden.
Lots of room for my pup to run.
Honestly, for a single teacher on a budget, it's hitting all the marks for me.
AND...I'm a bundle of nerves...
Will I hate it when I get there? Will my realtor say it's priced too low and we need to offer over-budget? (which I'm not doing!) Will someone else with the same dreams and more money see it and offer more?
OH, the agony!!
Misery and excitement wrapped into one moment! :)
Some thoughts from my racing brain and knotted stomach as I wait...
It's the right price.
A good location, a little far from work, but overlooking that for now... ;)
Gorgeous on the inside.
Recent updates.
It reminds me of my childhood home that got swept away in a tornado (MAJOR emotional points in it's favor!)
A sunroom.
A basement with possibilities.
Ready for a fence and a garden.
Lots of room for my pup to run.
Honestly, for a single teacher on a budget, it's hitting all the marks for me.
AND...I'm a bundle of nerves...
Will I hate it when I get there? Will my realtor say it's priced too low and we need to offer over-budget? (which I'm not doing!) Will someone else with the same dreams and more money see it and offer more?
OH, the agony!!
Misery and excitement wrapped into one moment! :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)