This Time of Year

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Step out the front door

To hear bumblebees

Buzzing to collect the last bits of pollen.

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This time of year,

Step out the back door

To find feathers drifting

From the roof,

Down to the bushes.

Something did not have a pleasant night!

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This time of year, 

You might discover a hidden creature

When you step out to move the patio cushions.

 

 

This time of year,

Spiders will be spinning their webs,

Webs will catch the breezes

Shimmering in the light

As they sail past.

Wonders of nature surprise us, this time of year.

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Flashback

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“You’ve got the job,” Mr. Reed said. “You start in February.”

My first teaching job! Fifth grade, my dream grade! I had just graduated in December and couldn’t believe my luck getting a job mid year. I would be finishing the year for a teacher who was having a baby and she did not want to return.

All the memories came flooding back as I walked into my first school a few weeks ago. I’m back working where my career started. This time I’m working with teachers, not students.

The building I taught in had been torn down. Additions sprouted from the original school. I recognized nothing in the school, but the street had not changed. I wandered down long halls looking for remnants of the previous building, but found nothing familiar. However, I did find something to make me smile as I explored.

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Harold and his purple crayon

Tacky, the penguin

Tacky, the penguin

Charlotte, Wilbert, and Olivia

Charlotte, Wilbur, Templeton, and Olivia

The very hungry caterpillar and the cat and mice from Mouse Paint

The very hungry caterpillar and the cat and mice from Mouse Paint

What a delight to find these friends! The art teacher (who just retired) and his students were responsible for these perfect replications. Maybe he will come back and add some more.

Who says you can’t go home again? I’m right back where it all began for me.

What’s for Lunch?

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Entering Jason’s Deli, I was surrounded by the sounds of people chatting while enjoying their lunch. As I was scanning the multitude of choices, I overheard several of my co-workers announce they were having a Rueben sandwich. My taste buds tingled with anticipation. Yes, that is what I want too!

Soon the sandwiches arrived. With a sigh, I lifted the top slice of bread to rearrange the corned beef and sauerkraut. (I find it annoying that it is all piled in the center.)

How is one to eat this arranged like this?

How is one to eat this arranged like this?

Yum! Half a sandwich consumed.

I remove the top slice of bread to begin the process of rearranging the corned beef and sauerkraut on this the second side. What’s that embedded in the sauerkraut? Something dark. Thinking it is a cabbage leaf, I prod to remove it. It is NOT a cabbage leaf. It is the full body of a dead moth! Ewww! My appetite has just disappeared (and perhaps several others at my table).

The manager is called over to examine my plate. He is rather flippant as he refers to the moth as additional protein. However, he gives me a plate for the salad bar. At least I can examine my food for foreign objects as I build a salad. I am not that enthusiastic about the salad, but I manage to eat a bit.

The best part is at the end. I ask for a new salad plate, but instead of returning to IMG_0922the salad bar, I visit the ice cream machine. A little vanilla ice cream surrounded by chocolate sauce helps to erase the memory of the sandwich.

Post note: I will NEVER visit Jason’s Deli ever again!

 

New Car?

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After weeks (maybe it was just days, but it felt like weeks) of discussions the car decision was made. We had our eye on a white Toyota Avalon with gray leather. Back and forth -offers for our car, how much more to pay, will side molding be included? In the final hours of the work week, we thought we had a deal, but we didn’t get confirmation from the salesman. We were left wondering. (Car dealers are not open on Sunday.)

New week begins, would we hear from the dealer? All day, no contact (or so we thought). Apparently the salesman did contact us, but the phone used had the ringer turned off while enduring oral surgery and recovery. How easy is it to forget the ringer is off? However, no message was left.

The next day we try to contact the salesman, but it is his day off. Assuming the deal is off, we look for other options in vehicles. Another day spent weighing options. This car? That car?

Just as a new decision is about to be made, the salesman calls. We got the deal on the first car! Yeah! Be there the next day to fill out paperwork.

Then the phone call we did not want to recieve. Our car of choice was sold on the salesman’s day off. He had not done his job. We were not happy. He apologized profusely. That did not help. We were not interested in the other cars on the lot. He promised to search and find another car like our first pick.

Fortunately, there was one nearby and they could do a dealer trade. So at long last we have the car we wanted. Now we just need to figure out how all the electronics work.

 

 

Peaches Galore!

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Branches quiver with the weight as a breeze makes it way over and under.

Peaches cling to the branch, waiting for that moment of ripeness.

Sheets protected tender blossoms from dropping peachestemperatures in March.

Summer sun and rain produce a bumper crop of peaches.

Each bite is filled with juicy sweetness.

Not all peaches wait to be picked.😦

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Eighteen Months

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Eighteen months, is that a short amount of time for you or an endless period of time? Eighteen months is a lifetime for one person who entered the world and my heart eighteen months ago.

Living 1,600 miles away from family does not allow for frequent visits. So when an opportunity to babysit this summer for an extended period of time presented itself, I jumped on it.

I’ve spent the last two weeks marveling the knowledge gained in only eighteen months.

She knows:

  • sparkly beads are essential
  • climbing is an adventure
  • arms will catch and hold you
  • laughter is contagious
  • naps revive
  • water is fun
  • food nourishes
  • conversations include hand gestures (even when no one understands your language)
  • songs are to be sung at the highest volume of your voice
  • no fear in trying new things
  • Grandpa and Grandma will cater to your every whim

I can’t wait to find out more about this little one in the years to come!

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Ding!

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Ding! My phone announces a text. A quick look tells me It’s from the airline announcing my gate has changed, again. While I was in the air they texted two different gates. Now a third gate, PD6. That confuses me. I am fairly good at deciphering the signs in airports, but this one has me stymied. I check the monitors. Yup, PD6. There is no sign for a PD6, so I stop at the Assistance Center.

“Where would I find gate PD6?” I inquire.

Blank looks return my questioning look. The lady behind the desk looks at me as if I am nuts. I quickly show her the text to prove I’m not crazy.

She looks up the flight number, she tells me A30 is my gate. I just came from A30 which was deserted. She is insisting A30 would be the correct gate.

Ding! Another text from the airline. New gate will be B13. The lady updates her computer and now she agrees B13. I have a feeling this gate 13 is not going to be a lucky one.

No sooner do I get to the gate, ding! You guessed it, another text. What’s this? It’s not a gate change but a time change! A three hour delay from the original departure!

As I am beginning to notify my son that I will be later, ding! What now?! Your flight has been cancelled. You are rebooked but the airport has changed. What!? I have a rental car waiting for me at the original airport.

What a nightmare!