Daisy Goes National with a burst of Intelligence(s)

The Social Media Powers-That-Be from the national office called me on Thursday. They needed a blog post and they needed it – well, they had needed it yesterday. They had a very rough draft – could I use my wordsmith talents and help them out?

I could. Flattery aside, the topic was one that needed no research, one I knew well enough to write in my sleep. I stayed awake at my desk (thanks to the office coffee) and rewrote almost the whole thing. It wasn’t my best work, but it was still good. Good enough, anyway, to make the national blog look good. Ahem. I mean it was good enough to make our local branch look good to the people on the national level.

Enough talk. Take a look! 

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Friends

Okay, world, here it comes. Amigo is now 21. To celebrate, one of his friends came to visit. We gathered, opened presents, ate cake, and then went out to eat at a local family restaurant.

                                                             Amigo

                                                     Amigo and friend

I admit it; we had dessert first. Well, life is short. In all honesty, I think we grown-ups had as much fun as the teenagers. We all know about taking life in stride and adapting as we go.

 

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Found on my Phone

When I finally got around to taking the photos off my phone, I found some interesting shots that brought up some interesting thoughts.

Butter-ed Popcorn?

Buttercup the bunny had just escaped from getting trapped in a microwave popcorn bag. And on to the topic of shoes…

one practical, one fun

Cinderella, of course, is proof that the right pair of shoes can change a woman’s life.

My desk before I attacked it

My desk after I attacked it – and won.

Calendars for Moms?

I took this while waiting in line at the Pharmacy That Shall Not be Named. Let’s see: Mom’s Family Calendar, Mom’s Manager, Moms can do Anything…. and around the corner (no photo, sorry) was a day to day calendar containing “Meditations for Women Who Do Too Much.”

Come to think of it, I can change my own life, with or without cute shoes. It’s just more fun with the shoes.

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Climbing Urban Sky

Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way.

–Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now

Clouds look different from an airplane window. As the traveler climbs into the sky en route to a new place, the clouds look a lot like stepping stones on the path to a new era in life.  Such is the route for Eleanor, who renames herself Aiyana as she climbs the clouds to begin her young adult life in Washington, D.C.

In Climbing Urban Sky by Denise Taranov, readers see the world through Eleanor’s eyes as she pursues adult life after college. The everyday happenings in her twenty-something experience seem exactly right; dramatic,entertaining, yet perfectly appropriate in real life.

Finding a job almost seemed too easy for Eleanor, but then I realized her willingness to accept an internship for next to no salary was the key to getting her foot in the door in her field. She entered the world of adult life sharing a house with three other women, walking and using public transportation, and otherwise starting out independence with a practical and frugal attitude. Don’t think she’s a total homebody, though – she’s a normal young woman who enjoys exploring all that the big city of D.C. has to offer, including restaurants of every ethnicity and new friends from all over the U.S. and outside of its borders.

I didn’t see my young self in Eleanor as much as I saw my daughter, now 26 and seeking her own niche in the world. The big city adventures rang true as I compared them to La Petite’s adventures living and working in Milwaukee. Beyond finding housing and work, the young Eleanor had to learn her way around the city, find go-to locations like grocery stores, and get to know the city culture and social expectations. All of these happenings are typical, and yet the author takes us along on a ride that feels more charming and fun than average.

Climbing Urban Sky is a quick and enjoyable read. The ups, the downs, the parties, the friendships forged and broken along the way, create a story that pulled me into its pages. I couldn’t put it down.

Petunia? Leah? La Petite? Who’s next? It’s an autographed copy and a wonderful story! 

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Progress in baby steps

Ah, the canes. The candy canes are gone, the cookies (almost) eaten, the candy cane infused peppermint ice cream is history. The only canes remaining are the ones in the corner.

cane collection in a corner

Amigo’s is the long white cane with a red tip. Mine is the shorter support cane. It may look black, but it’s actually a dark green that suits my personality. I use the cane almost any time I leave the house — work, shopping (not often), appointments, etc. It’s good for me in many ways.

The news, if it’s news, is that my left side is showing signs of recovery. The neurologist (with the cool shoe wardrobe) checked my reflexes, and my left leg actually kicked. It didn’t move as much as the right does, but it moved. The last time she checked my reflexes, the left leg didn’t move at all. It just sat. This is improvement – significant improvement.

Doctor Shoes reminded me that recovery from an episode like mine, similar to stroke, can take a while. Healing a broken bone may be measured in weeks, but when nerves are healing, it’s more likely to take months. I think she saw my deep sigh at this one, because she told me to keep up PT and hang in there.

The deep sigh, however, wasn’t one of disappointment. Resignation, maybe, but also relief. Slight recovery means progress, and progress leads to more progress. Her tests confirmed what I was feeling; I feel a little stronger now than I did two weeks ago, when I felt stronger than I had two weeks before.

The cane is still my accessory, my tool for getting around. It will remain by my side and in my cubicle and in my corner. Add that to the medical pros in my corner, and I think I stand a good chance of walking to work again – sooner or later.

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More reasons to enjoy teaching fifth grade

My students send me work in envelopes decorated with stickers.

Who can resist getting the mail when the mail looks like this?

They are old enough to create detailed work that demonstrates their learning.

The assignment called for an “appropriate image”.

The written portion was detailed and accurate, too. I sincerely enjoy grading fifth grade work. These students are awesome.

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Do you feel a draft?

Working in an old building has its perks. High ceilings, big windows, wood floors, lots of wood overall. The beauty of the aged building balances the cubicles and the computers. As a group, we like our office. We’re happy to be located where we are.

Old buildings have a down side, though. When winter arrives, those lovely big windows are drafty. The under-insulated walls around those windows let in the cold air more than they would in a brand new, tightly closed and insulated office.

We like our location, though. We groan a little on the coldest Wisconsin days, and then we open up our desks and get out the tools for working in the cold. Coffee cups with covers, blankets and snuggies for our laps, scarves around our chilly necks, and our favorite accessory: gloves. We can handle just about any part of our work while wearing fingerless gloves. In fact, some of us own more than one pair.

Daisy’s collection – next to a cup made for hot cocoa!

Typing with gloves on – simple.

Keeping warm while answering email or grading papers

Using the phone, making curriculum based assessment calls

or simply staying warm and fuzzy.

Now that “texting” gloves are popular, there’s a much greater variety on the market. Bring on the wind chills; we’re ready!

 

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RIP, refrigerator

Maybe you’ve seen – or maybe you haven’t – this simple Haiku.

Refrigerator. Of course.

Our refrigerator stopped making sense, too. Thanksgiving weekend the freezer continued freezing while the refrigerator quit refrigerating. Thanks to the Internet, we found and implemented a fix. As we got closer to Christmas, the freezer started warming up. Losing cold? Whatever. The ice cubes were still ice, but the ice cream was getting softer. Chuck asked (rhetorically, of course) “Why do our appliances taunt us whenever it’s a major holiday?”

Don’t answer that, people. Just don’t.

This time, at least, we had two advantages. 1: Chuck and I did the homework at Thanksgiving in case we needed to buy a new refrigerator. We knew what we needed. 2: This month, Mother Nature gave us an alternate storage place called Snow on the Deck. Storing the frozen food was easy. Some went in a cooler, and a few of my frozen market goodies went right in the light and powdery snow.

Getting it out was another story.

But wait – there’s more! I used a broom to brush away the layers that had accumulated overnight and found strawberries and blueberries, also frozen last summer.

Not stepping stones: tops of coffee “cans” full of frozen berries.

All is calm, and all is cool, at least for now. If I forgot anything, it’ll show up in the next thaw. Next: clean the oven.

 

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