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Tender Mercies: My Job, My Life in our Little House on the High Plains of Haxtun, and Transition

Yesterday I received a call from my friend/mentor/superintendent, Darcy Garretson.  I was not hired for the junior high science position.  I had expected her news.  Here's why:  Prior to last Tuesday, I felt like I'd landed the job. Darcy had called, concerned but optimistic, five days after my interview to see if I'd be interested/able to enroll in school in order to complete my licensure requirements.  A few days after that, we met to discuss the likelihood that I'd just complete the seven credits I had remaining this summer, which meant I'd be free to enroll in the Alternative Licensure Program this fall.  Darcy was visibly excited about that and asked me to write a letter to the school board explaining my plan. I left her office that Wednesday euphoric:  I had a LOT of work to do, but I probably had a job. The following Tuesday afternoon I was driving into town, thinking about dinner and wondering what chaos would greet me at home when s...

My Wild, Wonderful Life

April 17, 2012  Aaaahhhh...where to begin? We have been home from Florida for two weeks and one day.  It feels like a month.  In fact, the last week feels like a month.  I'm applying to teach in Haxtun.  I am fully prepared not to be hired--the application and interview process alone will be great experience for me--but I am working my tail off to put together the best application that I can.  It's a process.   Simultaneously, I'm working hard to wrap up things with the sumer activities committee.  Today I went to Holyoke and asked the trustees of the Heginbotham trust for funding.  Now that that's done, I can focus on my chem test on Friday, balance the checkbook, and finish my lesson for Sunday.  Then I have a talk to prepare for next week.  I'm looking forward to better weather and more sun to propel me through this!  Yikes....but fun. April 25 More to add...a couple of weeks ago I contacted Laura Knode, ou...

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Florida 2013: a Preview? or a Tribute to Pulmonary Embolisms?

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Just after Christmas, my parents left NY for Marco Island, FL.  They first went to Marco Island two winters ago (before their mission).  While there in 2011, they met another retired couple playing softball at a park.   My parents got together with Bob and Rita and some other couples and played softball. They stayed in touch and when they finalized their plans for this winter, Bob put my dad in touch with the people in charge of Old Man Rec League softball in Marco.  Dad filled out paperwork, was approved, and joined a team.  My mom is a true-blue baseball fan and former competetive softball player ( the result of growing up with four older brothers, one of whom was a baseball fanatic), so all of this ball playing suits her just fine. On non-game days, my parents often take their pitching machine to the park. It's fun to see them enjoying themselves during their retirement.  I'm happy they have the opportunities they do. But I d...

My Cousin Andrew

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This is my cousin, Andrew Droddy, with his mom, Suzanne.  I haven't Andrew (in person) since 1989. (Or Suzanne.) Funny how twenty-some years changes things.  Add caption

Quincy

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      Taylor's Prince Charming...  for about 18 months now.   It's crazy.  I never expected (or wanted) teenagers who were dating someone steadily.  But, I got one. And ya know what? They met at Youth Conference. Not sure I love the fact that the Church was doing the matchmaking.   I do, however, love the fact that Quincy is a nice, friendly kid.  He puts up with our family. He is kind, sensitive, and treats Taylor like the Princess she is. He calls and asks us if he can take her to special events before he buys tickets. He's a hard worker. He's planning to go on a mission. We know his family.   Time will tell what happens to these lovebirds.  But for now, suffice it to say, they're smitten. Totally smitten.