Today, the kids have been given some materials for an art/science project and are waiting to get the next thing: a small cup of water. Although the instructor says many times, "You will share this cup of water with the person next to you," sure enough, as soon as a cup has been placed between Randall and Zelda (names changed), Randall's hand shoots into the air.
"I didn't get a cup of water! I didn't get a cup of water!" By this time the instructor has moved on, handing out cups.
Next to him, Zelda is quietly tapping her finger near the cup of water and looking at Randall reassuringly. "We're sharing," she says. Her eyes slide to meet mine. No eye rolling, no head shake. Just acknowledgement.
Randall persists until I tell him Zelda and he will share.
At the same table, Arnold hears the instructor refer to the sharing people as a "team." With an odd number of people at the table, Arnold gets his own cup of water. BUT still he finds things unacceptable.
"Where's MY team??" he cries out. "This isn't a competition, Arnold," says the instructor. "But you said 'team'! How can I be a team by myself??" implores Arnold.
Two days til Christmas break.
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Hello?
Every day I think I'm going to start in blogging again and then I fear logging in and finding the blog (long story). But today, I'm on it. It's so much easier to just scroll through Facebook, maybe finding something interesting. But what is more interesting than I? The 401,971st most interesting person in the world according to the Dos Equis test.
Most days I have more to say but today was just practice, showing myself I can do it again. More later.
Also, and most importantly, if you're reading this, don't post about it on Facebook. Most of my "friends" there don't need to know about this, our little secret.
Most days I have more to say but today was just practice, showing myself I can do it again. More later.
Also, and most importantly, if you're reading this, don't post about it on Facebook. Most of my "friends" there don't need to know about this, our little secret.
Monday, January 12, 2015
Two years and two months later....
Now that I'm retired, or unemployed, or whatever, I've decided to see if the blogging is a good thing again. Since I moved out to the farm the same weekend I opened Good To Go, there are tons of boxes of my stuff that have sat here for 2+ years with no attention, some of which had not been opened in the 11 years I lived on Curtis Ave.
Upon looking into them, they now hold what I see as stuff my kids will have to shake their heads over and then throw out after I'm gone. I will detail some of that stuff here with an eye to 1) listing it on Craigslist 2) having a yard sale 3) foisting it upon the GNO women bit by bit. Already I have an entire junk drawer in the dresser here that I never look in. Because it's junk. And already I have closed up boxes and put them on the shelves in the upstairs of the barn. I may as well have tossed them on the burn pile. Or one of the two burn piles out back, one of which is too large to burn without professional oversight.
Upon looking into them, they now hold what I see as stuff my kids will have to shake their heads over and then throw out after I'm gone. I will detail some of that stuff here with an eye to 1) listing it on Craigslist 2) having a yard sale 3) foisting it upon the GNO women bit by bit. Already I have an entire junk drawer in the dresser here that I never look in. Because it's junk. And already I have closed up boxes and put them on the shelves in the upstairs of the barn. I may as well have tossed them on the burn pile. Or one of the two burn piles out back, one of which is too large to burn without professional oversight.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Quite the blogger
So I get on here for the first time since April, oh wait, I see I was on here in August and also noted that the whole interface had changed. Sigh. So So busy. Can't remember anything,
My unemployment ran out suddenly. I thought I'd get it through December, but not. So I am juggling around money. I have not had to do this in years. But I'm okay so whatever. I'm sure I've explained my financial plan on here before.
At the shop, we are offering Thanksgiving sides (mashed potatoes, sweet potato peach or green bean or corn casserole and some pies and deviled eggs, of course) for pickup and we have several orders but none for Turkey Day itself, which I thought would be the big draw. Apparently, the holiday is celebrated in a wide ranging manner.
The weeks just fly by. WHY have I not ramped any of my ancillary plans: cooking classes, old folks dinner night, the Big Damn Dinners, the lunchtime catering. And some retail. Like, uh. Ack. It's odd though that I have distributed probably 300 $1 off $10 coupons around town and not one has come back to the shop. Marketing, my nemesis.
Overall, things are pretty good at the shop. We're paying our bills which I understand is a good statement to be making this early on.
Also I have to deal with my car, the lease is ending, the tires are dangerously bad, I need a used car. I should put this on FB and see who knows where my next car is.
The Snaps are learning some new songs: Love Letter by Clairy Brown and the Banging Rackettes, and the Kinks' Sunny Afternoon and I Can See Clearly Now. We want to be the band that does songs no other band will do. LOL. No gigs on the horizon however.
Life out at the farm is restorative.
My unemployment ran out suddenly. I thought I'd get it through December, but not. So I am juggling around money. I have not had to do this in years. But I'm okay so whatever. I'm sure I've explained my financial plan on here before.
At the shop, we are offering Thanksgiving sides (mashed potatoes, sweet potato peach or green bean or corn casserole and some pies and deviled eggs, of course) for pickup and we have several orders but none for Turkey Day itself, which I thought would be the big draw. Apparently, the holiday is celebrated in a wide ranging manner.
The weeks just fly by. WHY have I not ramped any of my ancillary plans: cooking classes, old folks dinner night, the Big Damn Dinners, the lunchtime catering. And some retail. Like, uh. Ack. It's odd though that I have distributed probably 300 $1 off $10 coupons around town and not one has come back to the shop. Marketing, my nemesis.
Overall, things are pretty good at the shop. We're paying our bills which I understand is a good statement to be making this early on.
Also I have to deal with my car, the lease is ending, the tires are dangerously bad, I need a used car. I should put this on FB and see who knows where my next car is.
The Snaps are learning some new songs: Love Letter by Clairy Brown and the Banging Rackettes, and the Kinks' Sunny Afternoon and I Can See Clearly Now. We want to be the band that does songs no other band will do. LOL. No gigs on the horizon however.
Life out at the farm is restorative.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Oh my goodness
Since I last posted (in March...), the whole blogger interface has changed so I have no idea how this will look.
"I'm 83!" my mom declared today when I went to Delaware for our birthday celebrations. I gave her nothing but a bouquet picked from the farm yard. Plus the ham I had to take for dinner since she's out of money, plus the mashed potatoes and meatloaf and deviled eggs I brought from Good To Go. And then she asked "Why'd you buy so much ham??" And also opined that the cucumbers in sour cream had no taste. Several times, she opined this. Never satisfied.
I told her she should remember that when I always gave her $100 for her birthday and Mother's Day, I would tell her to take it, although she would demur, because someday I would be out of money. And now I am. And she said, "I didn't believe you."
She got me a t-shirt, navy blue with peacock feather swirls of gold, that my sister picked out at Kohl's. I told them I loved it. I don't.
This year has been the eye-opener vis-a-vis parental relationships for me. I don't enjoy going down there, largely because of my sister, but also because it's hard to see my mom failing. Although today she was at the top of her game. Which is not a very high top. Her only remaining sister lives in Georgia now. She told me she was being LEFT ALONE down there while my aunt's son visits Ohio. But when she and her sister talked about her coming up with them, my aunt asked "Where would I stay?" I asked my mom if she had offered to let her stay there and my mom tutted that away. "She drives me crazy." I know the feeling.
This year has also been a challenge with Chip's parents, the same age as my mom, who have had setbacks, his dad in terms of health and his mom in terms of mental acuity. We were there the other night and his mom just kept patting his knee and saying, "It's so nice to have you here." As if he doesn't see them every other week.
I felt this same kind of distance between me and my kids when we were in North Carolina for Jessica's wedding. They're on to their exciting lives and now I'm a remnant of their past that they no longer rely on for financial or other support. It's a weird feeling. I suppose I will just continue to deline in their eyes, as my mom does for me. And I don't want to watch either one.
Although I must say that whole wedding experience was less than satisfactory in oh so many ways.
On the other hand (which there always is), I'd prefer that my children not feel the obligation I do to continue on. Albeit at a very haphazard rate. I hadn't been down there in months, not even for Mother's Day, when I was moving out to the farm.
All in all, I think I'm doing pretty well with the stress: moving out of my house, feeling like I have no home of my own, working 12-hour days, dealing with Good To Go's ups and downs. Today my renter told me he'd had a bid accepted on a house, so now I'll need to find a new renter AND move all my stuff out of there.
I have an angry or stolid edge now that I don't think I had before. My lips are often pursed. I laugh less.
But, as I said on the radio yesterday, Hurricane Isaac is aiming for the Republican National Convention and there's a blue moon Friday, so maybe all this angst is for naught. LOL.
Also just let me say here: Facebook sucks. I've been timelined, nobody posts anything interesting or they're not letting me see it and they took away the ability to design specific pages for a business unless you're willing to buy some service they've hooked up with. Bah FB. May your stock continue to drop.
"I'm 83!" my mom declared today when I went to Delaware for our birthday celebrations. I gave her nothing but a bouquet picked from the farm yard. Plus the ham I had to take for dinner since she's out of money, plus the mashed potatoes and meatloaf and deviled eggs I brought from Good To Go. And then she asked "Why'd you buy so much ham??" And also opined that the cucumbers in sour cream had no taste. Several times, she opined this. Never satisfied.
I told her she should remember that when I always gave her $100 for her birthday and Mother's Day, I would tell her to take it, although she would demur, because someday I would be out of money. And now I am. And she said, "I didn't believe you."
She got me a t-shirt, navy blue with peacock feather swirls of gold, that my sister picked out at Kohl's. I told them I loved it. I don't.
This year has been the eye-opener vis-a-vis parental relationships for me. I don't enjoy going down there, largely because of my sister, but also because it's hard to see my mom failing. Although today she was at the top of her game. Which is not a very high top. Her only remaining sister lives in Georgia now. She told me she was being LEFT ALONE down there while my aunt's son visits Ohio. But when she and her sister talked about her coming up with them, my aunt asked "Where would I stay?" I asked my mom if she had offered to let her stay there and my mom tutted that away. "She drives me crazy." I know the feeling.
This year has also been a challenge with Chip's parents, the same age as my mom, who have had setbacks, his dad in terms of health and his mom in terms of mental acuity. We were there the other night and his mom just kept patting his knee and saying, "It's so nice to have you here." As if he doesn't see them every other week.
I felt this same kind of distance between me and my kids when we were in North Carolina for Jessica's wedding. They're on to their exciting lives and now I'm a remnant of their past that they no longer rely on for financial or other support. It's a weird feeling. I suppose I will just continue to deline in their eyes, as my mom does for me. And I don't want to watch either one.
Although I must say that whole wedding experience was less than satisfactory in oh so many ways.
On the other hand (which there always is), I'd prefer that my children not feel the obligation I do to continue on. Albeit at a very haphazard rate. I hadn't been down there in months, not even for Mother's Day, when I was moving out to the farm.
All in all, I think I'm doing pretty well with the stress: moving out of my house, feeling like I have no home of my own, working 12-hour days, dealing with Good To Go's ups and downs. Today my renter told me he'd had a bid accepted on a house, so now I'll need to find a new renter AND move all my stuff out of there.
I have an angry or stolid edge now that I don't think I had before. My lips are often pursed. I laugh less.
But, as I said on the radio yesterday, Hurricane Isaac is aiming for the Republican National Convention and there's a blue moon Friday, so maybe all this angst is for naught. LOL.
Also just let me say here: Facebook sucks. I've been timelined, nobody posts anything interesting or they're not letting me see it and they took away the ability to design specific pages for a business unless you're willing to buy some service they've hooked up with. Bah FB. May your stock continue to drop.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Personally
It's been hectic. You can read the business blog here. But I am still maintaining my busy life.
Last Friday we played poker out at the man shack. Best $10 I spent last week, losing it at cards. Saturday, Chip and I went to the Arts Commission of Greater Toledo fundraiser at One Seagate and had a swell time. See my FB. Then we went out to Doc's in Tontogany where I was called upon to sing Mustang Sally with the band while dressed up, complete with fishnets and high heels.
That magnolia tree picture posted below was of a short-lived event. By Sunday, all the blossoms were down and I raked them up. Mowed once in the back already, after raking up all that pine tree detritus. Uncovered many perennial sprouts and have been to the yard waste several times.
Ginger and the Snaps played during a Welders break at Howard's on March 10. Comments were gracious.
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Last Friday we played poker out at the man shack. Best $10 I spent last week, losing it at cards. Saturday, Chip and I went to the Arts Commission of Greater Toledo fundraiser at One Seagate and had a swell time. See my FB. Then we went out to Doc's in Tontogany where I was called upon to sing Mustang Sally with the band while dressed up, complete with fishnets and high heels.
That magnolia tree picture posted below was of a short-lived event. By Sunday, all the blossoms were down and I raked them up. Mowed once in the back already, after raking up all that pine tree detritus. Uncovered many perennial sprouts and have been to the yard waste several times.
Ginger and the Snaps played during a Welders break at Howard's on March 10. Comments were gracious.
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012
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