We can complain because rose bushes have thorns
or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
- Abe Lincoln
I have a professor who ends every class with a quote, and although part of me wants to think it is silly, I really enjoy them. I enjoy them and they always pertain to what we are discussing in class. In Special Education, professionals easily fall into the trap of constantly focusing on what is wrong with a child, what they are not doing, what they need to do better, what they can't do. The other day in class, we discussed yet again, how we can't lose focus on what the child can do, however small it is. This seems to be a theme in my life right now. I am dealing with some kids with real behavior issues in my classroom and my life in general is topsy turvy right now, and that is putting it positively.
So, I am trying to remember and focus on what in my life is really good right now. Like the fact that Ez cannot get enough of "reading". That both, BOTH of my boys are really good at soccer, and they love it. That I think I can make it through another year of grad school. I had breakfast with a girlfriend the other day and it was so much fun. I am learning to play an instrument. Right now there is chili in the crock pot and my class for tonight was cancelled. Those are all roses. And I have bunches more.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Here are a few excerpts...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
At 33, I am learning salsa, merengue and Bachata (in my zumba class),weight training, finally. And, I am teaching myself to play the ukelele. I love it. I am practicing a bunch of songs now. Songs by Tom Waits, Bob Dylan, Leslie Gore, The mamas and the papas, Dusty Springfield and Lefty Frizzel, Dolly Parton, the bangles ( I am a jill of all trades here) and more. I can barely feel the tips of three fingers on my left hand. I can't play that well yet but when I can , in a year or so. I will post a song here.
I like playing the uke for many reasons but most of all I like playing it because it means I get to sing, to music. ANd I have a good friend and neighbor who plays and sings with me.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I have long loved this song and only recently discovered the acoustic version. And then had to look up the lyrics. Which are of course beautiful.
Lump Sum- Bon Iver
Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
to vanish on the bow
Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
So the story goes
Color the era
Film it, it's historical, my
My mile could not
Pump the plumb
In my arbor till my ardor trumped
Every inertia lump sum
All at once
Rushing from the sub pump
So the story goes
Balance we won't know
we will see when it gets warm
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Keewaydin Summer Cottage, Brooklin, Acadia, Maine
I am living in the now, really. I promise. But I have what I think is poison ivy again and I am starting to think that grad. school+ work+2 kids+life is a lot right now. Yikes. I know in a few weeks I will calm down and feel like I am handling it but why can't I have two more weeks of cocktails and fiction reading?
My mom sent this to me today. Which made me...
1. Excited for next summer family time and
2. realize that I need to chill out and enjoy right now. I can't spend all year waiting to lounge in a beautiful cottage in Acadia with my family next summer. Yes, life can be stressful but I have already proven to myself that I can do it. It' s just extra hard when your soon to be kindergartner is acting crazy and worried about school and yoru new third grader comes home the first day crying that he likes his old school better and all of his Best friends are in another class.
And I already have school work to do.
They wanted to match.
Slightly nervous last minute snuggles
Watching and listening for the big yellow bus.
We wave until we can't see each other anymore, a tradition started in kindergarten.
Ez and I check out the gym.
First Day of School Parade!!! A MArks Meadow tradition becomes a Wildwood tradition.
Henry's First day started off without a hitch.
He has another beautiful teacher whose name I can barely pronounce or spell.
Ezzie and Matty and I had a successful orientation at his new school.
Fall is falling into place.
And I am sure that the rash I have is not poison ivy. It can't be. Really.