Emerald Isle, NC Friday-Sunday

They say to wait to do blog posts until after you get home from vacation so your house won't get robbed but really, we have all of our electronic devices with us and our t.v.'s at home are ancient.

The brilliant HusbandBob realized that some hotels allow dogs so instead of leaving at half past dark thirty on Saturday morning, we did a leisurely 7 hours to Cary, NC on Friday and finished up on Saturday morning well before the standard beach traffic hit.

 

And we're off!

Before leaving I declared my intentions to BFFAmber that no matter what worries were surrounding me, I was not going to allow them to infiltrate my being.

The map/direction app on the tablet was of great assistance. HusbandBob likes to have directions heard, repeated and repeated again up until the moment of any driving maneuver. Unless of course he understands them at which point there is a little growly "I know," suggesting that I refrain from stating the obvious. There is always doubt and questioning so much so that we miss many turns because he causes me to doubt myself. I swear sometimes it feels like defiant behavior, annoyed that someone would tell him what to do. But maybe I exaggerate.

He believes Maplady. She can do no wrong. She repeats herself at the same distance away regularly. She never doubts herself even when she is wrong. He listens to her. And then asks me to repeat what she said. Which is fine. It was the smoothest navigating of our ten years together. My absolute favorite bumper sticker from the day's travels was "Jesus is coming. Look busy."

The first wave of visitors here includes brother and sis in law, and HusbandBob's son and three grandkids. We spent some time at the waters edge. Then while I took care of my second major anxiety (we need food in the house and a plan for dinner) at the grocery store and pizza place, he had the older grandgirls divvying up the change for the poker tournaments later in the week. I have full rock star status for knowing to buy apple juice without being asked and thwarting a major meltdown.

 

Everyone starts with a bag full of coins.

 

This morning he and brotherJerry left in search of bike rentals and boogie boards. The grandgirls had a Frozen dance show. Elsa in her various incarnations. My second level of rock star status came when I had a charger to fit the son's portable speakers. Woot woot. In a very strange sequence of events, as the dance show was ending, the very tune I used to dance to in my living room (Sugar Sugar by the Archie's) popped up as the next song.

Elsa the Youngest

 

Elsa the Middle

 

Watcher of Elsa the Elder

 

(Picture taken from bedroom balcony)

 

Success!

Before I left, BFFAmber wished us a trip of Ease, Joy, and Glory. (I don't really "get" the glory part but it's what she says.). The name of the houses we have rented are Glori East and Glori West. The waffle cones we purchased yesterday had individual wrappers on them that said Joy. One of the kids in the next wave of guests is a trapeze artist (that's a bit of a stretch but it works for now.). Or we could just rename these three girls to make it work.

 

Joy, Glory and Ease

 

The Reason You Still Read This Blog.

In addition to my clever words, one of the reasons you keep coming back is because every now and then I stumble upon a priceless gem of gems that will keep you giggling through the day.

In related news, today's 10,000 steps were brought to you by the Saturday morning flea market (a generous description) at the local fairgrounds. On my second lap (of six) around, I saw a box of craft books for $5. My reward for making all six laps was the magic box.

In honor of crackmeup Saturdays of days gone by, I give you the highlights from this box. Leave a comment if you want any of the patterns.(bwa ha ha)

The first book is this one-

 

Which suggests this as a Christmas craft-

 

Stupid stemless oranges and lemons.

And now for your viewing pleasure-

 

Where is she now?

 

Happily married to him?

 

Maybe she's sad because he left her for someone who could do a more traditional granny square

 

Or maybe she made him rue the day he left by becoming a granny square designer extraordinaire.

 

Or else she joined a cap wearing cult

 

That designed ties for bike-riding businessmen

 

And necklaces of subdued color to make ends meet.

 

Likely she had doubts as things started to get weirder.

 

The male blanket ritual was more than she could handle.

 

She thought she was doing him a favor when she tried to "Kill Kenny"

 

And was forced to wear the sheepskin of shame.

 

So she found new friends and began again.

Sometimes the universe just gives you a little flea market present. Other times all you get is a crocheted tennis racket cover.

 

And sometimes you get both.

 

Today's Walk

Was brought to you by the parking lots and air conditioning of America's most prevalent box stores.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Perfect Day

 

• Nap all day
• Take a walk
• Track whistle pigs
• Spot whistle pigs
• Chase whistle pigs
• Bath
• Sleep

 

Your Daily French Lesson

We have a new knitnighter. Sadly I am not there as I type because HusbandBob is mansick.

However, knitnightbarry will fit right in after this awesome Facebook exchange between several of our knitnighters. It also proves that the term "balls of yarn" is funny in any language.

P.S. Knitnightbarry has a PhD in French.

 

 

 

At this point, of course I had to look up la roupette. Wouldn't you? It was an invitation to dance.

 

 

Another day at the office.

I will say this for the weekend's meditation retreat. Just as one goes to a therapist to gain clarity of mind, so goes one to a retreat such as this to gain clarity of body and presence.

It was lovely. With some new agey silliness. It's not every morning after breakfast you step outside to someone embracing a tree for 15 minutes. Also the bits of nature one woman brought to be mindful with was cacao. And if you are the lover of the tv show Portlandia as I am, then you know that I " 'bout lost my shit" inappropriately at that point.

There was zero walking for me but the flip side of that ws that all of the food served was vegan, gluten free, and dairy free. To be honest, I have no idea other than greens and beans what it was actually made of but no loss no gain in that department.

This morning's library treat was a few pages of "Constant Comment" ( a review of books known to be done not so anonymously by Dorothy Parker). Hilarious and one I might go back to. Reviewing a book called Lay Sermons by Lady Margaret something she notes that in spite of Lady M's opinions, the Thames was still full and wet. Also that the potential reader might do well to change the last word of the title to Off.

A joke now.

Q: What did the heart say to her misbehaving children in the back of the car?

A: if I have to stop, I'm going to pull over and give you a sound beating?

I didn't make that joke up but am lucky enough to have a friend lead me to it in improvisatory exchange. This also gives you a little taste of the laughing of the weekend.

A Promotion!

HusbandBob teaches one class of "you didn't learn enough in high school algebra and now you want to be a nurse" math during the fall and spring semester at the local private college. (They call it a university but I have my doubts.) Today we took a drive past the building where he teaches. We also went to the library.

There is a small but sufficient (even with a little Jesus bias) college library in our town. Within walking distance. (3 miles or so away). It opens at 8:30 am. That's when I like to walk. That's the distance I like to walk. I like books and libraries.

My new job description (begining next week) will be to walk to the library, get a cup of coffee from the coffee bar set up in the basement, read a book about something I know nothing about for a little bit, and walk home.

I was nothing less than gleeful throughout the visit. They gave me a library card. While HusbandBob is an educated man, he isn't the sponge of learning new stuff that I am. He smiled at my joy but couldn't necessarily feel it. But then, that's why I have a blog.

Also, I walked eight miles today in between thunderstorms. And yesterday YouTube taught me the two second shirt folding method and I cleaned out my closet and my dresser. Who Is This Person Living In My Body?

 

 

 

New Knowledge

When turkey buzzards are roosting, they do so with their wings spread.  They used to hang out on a creepy dead tree near my house that has since been cut down.  I'm glad to see they have found a new if not as aesthetically pleasing home.  They are, in fact, one of the many banes of Liza Jane's existence as she believes they will be attacking our home at any moment.

 There are flowering trees that I have never seen in my life.

I pass this view every day on my way to work.  It wasn't until I walked the route that I even realized it was there.  The field belongs to the local private university.  The distance almost makes this 'burg look like a lovely place.

A woman down the road has two chickens in a little house.  While adorable, I question whether those chickens have enough room in life.  The turkey buzzards are no doubt wondering if they have a key hidden under the mat.

The same neighbor has two cats that pose well together in the morning sunlight.

The same cannot necessarily be said for this guy.

I've managed to get at least 5 miles of daily walking for the last week or so.  I am  pleased.  Things I have learned from this are:

• I've been wearing shoes that are too small.
• The product "New Skin" for blister prevention is my new best friend.
• If you find yourself out of "New Skin", vaseline also keeps the toes from bumping into each other.
• I can't really concentrate on an audiobook when walking in new places.
• My new second choice for the desert island book is The Count of Monte Cristo
• I'm not sure what my first choice is, but I'm not ready to commit to one.
• Once you get up at 6:00 am every morning to walk five miles, sleeping in until 9:00 am and taking care of household chores seems like a vacation.
• Unless you are a cheater pants on fire, you must remove the fitbit flex when spinning (as well as knitting)  I am not a cheater pants on fire. 

 I attended the support spindle workshop at Natural Stitches on Sunday.  Why yes, I did drive all alone into the big city.  And when I drove home, I didn't even need a map to get out!

Here's what I have to keep reminding myself-  you draft to let the existing twist travel to the fiber.  You don't draft and then spin the twist into it.  In spite of repeating this to myself 742 times, it's still something I'm working on wrapping my brain around.  Also for a little while it hurt my brain to watch the process while flicking and spinning.  I had to practice with my eyes closed.  The other 3 workshop attendees (who seemed to have a good bit more spinning experience than I did) did not need to do so.  I can see where it will take time to get better.  The support spindle is less frustrating to me than the drop spindle and less crazymaking than  an actual spinning wheel.  It might be a stepping stone or I may have arrived at my spinning boundary with it.

Pinterest continues to be a source of inspiration and entertainment.  I made this with a collection of rings that no longer fit my sausage fingers.  It looks like the one in the picture except a few of my rings are deformed and unround from beating on drums.

I feel like I've done a lot for the first full week and a half of summer vacation.  I hope the trend continues. This weekend I am going to a meditation retreat (ha ha- typed medication at first) with BFFAmber. There will be chanting.  I may be opposed to chanting (ha ha typed changing!)  That remains to be seen.  I am also thinking a lot about crocheting and granny squares.  There are so many kinds and some of them are so beautiful.... and so hard!

Today, however, is household chore day which includes trying to figure out what clothes I have and how to store them in such a manner that I don't forget about them.  I'm one of those people that has to see what I have to know it exists.  

Thus ends summer update The Two.  Thanks for sticking around.  Also, thanks for the encouraging walking words.  I'm talking to you Suzanne of Minou's Minute!

Summer plans are happening

 

This is going to be one of those dull, "look at me! Look at me!" posts. There are no funny stories, but "look at me!", wouldja?

 

Summer employment is underway. I've gotten all greens in my evaluations. I did take a Sunday off. I don't want to drive myself crazy.

 

Another plan was to investigate infused water. BFFAmber gifted me an infuser and it is splendid. While this pic is all about the strawberries and seltzer, cucumber infused water is my favorite by far. It's like drinking water with water. It's very watery in a good way.

 

Healthful eating is also part of the equation. Today I made a Greek garbanzo and black bean salad as a side dish to sweet potato/black bean/pepperjack cheese quesadillas. It was gourmet. It took all of the morning to prepare which gave me something to do between walks.

 

As HusbandBob will have little to do with any of the above ingredients, I took some bean salad to BFFAmber at work because she is not on summer vacation and didn't have lunch today.

And finally, after what I feared would be absolute failure, knitnightmarc guided me in formatting my 2TB external hard drive which I then renamed marcisagenius. KnitnightjustineMD may have shared a collection of audiobooks that will keep me walking well into September.

 

 

The rule is, if I get sick and tired of this job when school resumes, I have the option of quitting. If I do see some results, I will continue to "work" when school starts. (The option to quit is also part of the brain game I have to play).

 

 

 

 

 

Amazing

I have some amazing friends. Today I watched them decorate these:

 

Purple shoe sugar cookies

And these:

 

Purple macaroons

For a special event for a family member. I say watched because I knew better than to even get too close to the table. They did create an IEP for me in that I told them what to draw on some of them and they obliged.

Not pictured are the shoe cupcakes as they were not yet assembled. I should be able to get a picture on Saturday.

It all happened right before my very eyes and I am still incredulous.

 

Update on my summer employment: I've been achieving the step goal daily (I may raise it for the summer to 15,000.). The altered caloric intake has been a little more challenging but every day is a new chance to try again.

 

 

 

Last Day for Students Eve and also knit night.

Item one. For those who have a fitbit flex. If you forget to take it off at knit night, you can get your last two thousand steps of the day while sitting on your ass knitting.

Item two. While at knit night a girl, 6 or 7 with possible mild developmental delays, approached the table and showed her coloring book to everyone. Then she looked at our knitting and zoomed in on my sock. She asked what it was, said that she loved it, and gave it a kiss. Had it been done, I would have immediately stuck on some googly eyes and handed it over. As it is now, as far as I'm concerned, my socks are blessed.

 

It's the last day for students tomorrow. That means the summer will soon begin. So far, official plans include at trip to Aunt Sippy's, a meditation retreat weekend, and 2 weeks in Emerald Island North Carolina.

Unofficial plans (to be done only after some rigorous walking) include trying the new spindle, making infused water, and possibly investing in a vitamix that I may make smoothies a part of the daily routine. Last year mindless Internet traveling led to homemade pasta making. I don't want to make too many official plans because something interesting may come up. I'm looking at you, Pinterest.

Part of the reward for walking is listening to audiobooks. The longer I walk, the longer I get to listen. I'd be happy for any audiobook recommendations. I've done all of the David Sedaris - I need the next level of engaging!

 

A new job. Sort of.

 

Kids have 5 more days of school. Teachers have two after that. On one of those days I have to go to a mock shooting so I'll know what gunshots in a school sound like. Don't even ask me how I feel about that. I'm investigating the possibility of Pre Traumatic Stress Syndrome.

I have had this flex thing for a week. Yesterday I reached all daily goals for the first time. They gave me a "badge" and asked me didn't I want to do 5000 more steps?

Not yet.

How to get 3000 steps in on knit night: Meet HusbandBob at the casino and walk around the entire casino three times, pretending to be an angry wife in search of her imaginary deadbeat husband.

Having calories burned higher than calories consumed is a good thing. Once the math is placed so simply in the readout, it's hard to order that giant white garlic feta pizza. Dinner becomes a 6" seafood sub with baked BBQ lays instead of the real ones. Somehow seeing the math makes it easier to accept.

We all know I've had various lame attempts at this healthy business. So here's why I think maybe it can be different this time.

1. I've purchased a flex fitbit for BFFAmber. I won't be alone and she loves ice cream as much as me.

2. I'm going to pretend it's my job to meet these daily goals for the whole summer. All of the things on the Pinterest "summer syllabus" board happen only after I've done my job.

Also I did it for a week before committing to it.

Here's to a summer of spectacular business as a self employed healthy person.

 

What I see.

As head teacher, I filled in as principal a few times last week.

I realize that it's the end of the year and everyone has had their fill of everything (both teachers and kids.)

My advice? Give yourself and them a break. Pick your battles, engage in conversation and use a positive relationship to solve your problems. A temper tantrum of sorts on their part doesn't mean you have to respond in kind.

When you bring your trying kids to me and tell me to scare them a little, I'm not going to do that. That's not who I am. I'm going to have a conversation with them, find out what's going on, let them know what the next step is in terms of consequences of their behaviors, and try to help them see why getting under your skin is a bad idea. Then I tell them to look scared like I've been scolding them.

If you take away all of their recess before 9:00 am, you're an idiot. Plain and simple. If recess is the only form of motivation and or punishment in your bag of tricks, you need to go shopping at the "how to motivate kids" store.

I have known approximately three "bad" kids in my 27 year teaching career. The rest either had parents who forgot to give them their meds or were kids who had a problem and didn't have the words to articulate it or the tools to solve it.

I am glad to be in a space where I can be an advocate for kids and help them find solutions. Because I am not really a principal, I am in no position to tell teachers how I really think they could handle problems. The irony is that if a principal told them that they would suggest that s/he doesn't "get it" because s/he's not in a classroom every day. And as a colleague, any advice from me looks like I just need to mind my own business and do the job I get $5 a day extra to do.

And still, the reward from these encounters and being able to help solve problems is greater than any frustration over the reason some of these problems exist. I kind of look like the magic classroom management superhero by doing something that they themselves cannot.

 

Who knew?