An Update: Fourteen (Not-so) Interesting Things About Fall
1. Since my last post, we've celebrated a birthday (Caleb's), hit a deer on the highway (Havilah-while visiting teaching. She was the passenger.), survived another football season uninjured, stayed up too late too often (homework, church night, game nights), vacuumed the area rug in the living room more than 125 times, used about 170 lbs. of dog food, attended 2 homecoming dances (Taylor, with Quincy), watched more than 12 high school volleyball games and several jr. high games.
2. Inorganic chemistry isn't much more interesting than it was 21 years ago. I thought Haxtun might hold some magic that Hadley-Luzerne didn't, but so far I am truly disappointed. And while my teacher is a nice guy, he doesn't hold a candle to Mrs. Kathy LaBombard, who finally figured out how to quiet a class of sixteen year-olds by breaking down in tears after trying--and failing--to explain a concept three times in a row. Poor lady. I hold out hope that things will improve, but it's not a terribly bright hope.
3. Painting houses is hard work. My friend Holly, who lives next door and began painting when her husband couldn't find regular work, enlisted my help this fall. I have a lot of respect for her because she loves to do what I find difficult. Something about standing on a ladder for a couple of hours makes a lady's feet hurt. And the 11 or 12 hours I've worked doesn't hold a candle to what she's done.
4. High school and Taylor are like oil and water. That girl just doesn't smile enough anymore.
5. Taylor's volleyball coach is not a nice guy. At all.
6. Third grade isn't too bad, except when there is math homework. But, hey, sometimes reading can be fun. And thank goodness for joke books.
7. Caleb has found his calling...as a science teacher. It amazes me, since I really only have the ability to understand anatomy, physiology, biology, and kinesiolgy. I was going to be an English teacher. Later, I almost declared a spanish minor. So, if he is half mine, why does he understand--and enjoy--everything I don't? (Caleb, since you learned so much in sex ed, please invite me to your first class.)
8. Hitting a deer on the way home from visiting teaching is really unpleasant. Every time I look at Sister Brown's pickup I wince.
9. A good husband is worth more than words can express.
10. There is comfort in having an almost five year-old at home each day. There is nothing like listening to a very active child "read" his third or fourth book to himself. There is also nothing like the frustration that arises when that same five year-old "dusts" everything in his path onto the floor to express his dissatisfaction with life. At those moments, there is hope--and peace!-- in knowing that he absolutely loves school and will be ready for kindergarten.
11. Washing football uniforms is easy money.
12. A massage is therapy for both body & soul. Likewise yoga.
13. A good math tutor is a necessity for any girl with Droddy genes.
14. The Chicago Mercantile Exchange is pretty interesting.
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2. Inorganic chemistry isn't much more interesting than it was 21 years ago. I thought Haxtun might hold some magic that Hadley-Luzerne didn't, but so far I am truly disappointed. And while my teacher is a nice guy, he doesn't hold a candle to Mrs. Kathy LaBombard, who finally figured out how to quiet a class of sixteen year-olds by breaking down in tears after trying--and failing--to explain a concept three times in a row. Poor lady. I hold out hope that things will improve, but it's not a terribly bright hope.
3. Painting houses is hard work. My friend Holly, who lives next door and began painting when her husband couldn't find regular work, enlisted my help this fall. I have a lot of respect for her because she loves to do what I find difficult. Something about standing on a ladder for a couple of hours makes a lady's feet hurt. And the 11 or 12 hours I've worked doesn't hold a candle to what she's done.
4. High school and Taylor are like oil and water. That girl just doesn't smile enough anymore.
5. Taylor's volleyball coach is not a nice guy. At all.
6. Third grade isn't too bad, except when there is math homework. But, hey, sometimes reading can be fun. And thank goodness for joke books.
7. Caleb has found his calling...as a science teacher. It amazes me, since I really only have the ability to understand anatomy, physiology, biology, and kinesiolgy. I was going to be an English teacher. Later, I almost declared a spanish minor. So, if he is half mine, why does he understand--and enjoy--everything I don't? (Caleb, since you learned so much in sex ed, please invite me to your first class.)
8. Hitting a deer on the way home from visiting teaching is really unpleasant. Every time I look at Sister Brown's pickup I wince.
9. A good husband is worth more than words can express.
10. There is comfort in having an almost five year-old at home each day. There is nothing like listening to a very active child "read" his third or fourth book to himself. There is also nothing like the frustration that arises when that same five year-old "dusts" everything in his path onto the floor to express his dissatisfaction with life. At those moments, there is hope--and peace!-- in knowing that he absolutely loves school and will be ready for kindergarten.
11. Washing football uniforms is easy money.
12. A massage is therapy for both body & soul. Likewise yoga.
13. A good math tutor is a necessity for any girl with Droddy genes.
14. The Chicago Mercantile Exchange is pretty interesting.
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