Saturday morning

This is just a quick post to say I’m still alive and well.  It’s just that It’s nearing the end of the school year and that means it is particularly busy.

Even as an education assistant this means there is a lot of extra work.  The teachers have it harder, believe me, but we EA’s work our butts off, too, during this time.

Last night, I attended our Grade 9’s Farewell fling.  Most of the time these kids make me want to scream because of the way they act, but last night they were wonderful.  They looked so gorgeous dressed up, pretending to be adults.  They’re on their way, that’s for sure, but they still have a way to go.

Though our school has toned down the farewell thing for grade 9’s I still can’t quite wrap my head around how much money parents (some) spend on this.  At least the dresses are not in the $500 – $800 range.  But they are still pricey.  A few of the girls were dressed a tad too scantily, but they conducted themselves appropriately.  All in all, I’d have to say it was a huge, beautiful success.

I wish them well as they head into exams and contemplate the years of high school ahead of them.  Oh, the Comp is going to be such a different world!  Many of them have such an awakening coming to them, it’s going to be tough at first.  But if last night’s glimpse at their potential holds true, they’ll do just fine.

In between school stuff and CUPE stuff I’ve been trying to work out in the yard.  So far, I’ve only managed a couple of hours a week, but I’m hoping to get more time in this weekend.  I’m currently clearing my rock paths of all the poppies and dandelions.  Armed with a paint scraper (great for shearing them off at ground level) and a bottle of undiluted vinegar (kills weeds without all the toxic side effects) I am determined that once again I will be able to clearly see the paths I so painstakingly laid two years ago.

I have big gardening plans this year.  I want to grow as many vegetables in pots that I can.  This was inspired by one of Soul Dipper’s Occupy Blogosphere posts from a while back.  It has become so important to all of us to try to eat as much self-produced food as we can.  Not only because of the fear of unknown contaminants and genetic modifications, but simply because it is better for us in all ways.

Growing even a  tiny bit of the food you feed yourself and your family provides a sense of pride and accomplishment.  It teaches responsibility and the need for diligence.  It’s good for the soul — gets you back to the earth, so to speak, even if it is potting soil.  It adds beauty to your surroundings and provides a sense of holistic balance.  And, it saves you a few dollars.  Which, these days, is mightily important.

Anyway, folks, I just wanted to come in for a quick touchdown, say hi, and then vamoose for a little while again.  Until the holidays are here my posts will be very sporadic.  I do try to sneak in for a peek at many of your blogs just to see  what you’re up to.  I comment when I think I have the time.

Take care; I hope you’re enjoying your summer (or winter).

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November 13, 2010 Remembrance Day Weekend — Part 1

Life is like a fast car -- it zips by -- and you better be paying attention or you'll miss it.

Well, hello!  It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?  I’ve had no time at all lately, but now, I am away for 5 days visiting relatives in Lethbridge and I’ve made some time to sit down and do a bit o’ bloggin’.

We came down to attend a couple of Remembrance Day ceremonies in honour of my husband’s father, who served as a tail gunner in WWII.  He passed away 10 years ago, but when he was alive we always tried to come down to honour Remembrance Day with him.  Now, it’s not every year that we get ‘home’, but every couple of years.  This year, my time off from work added up to 5 days so we decided to make a mini-holiday of it.  Also, there was a birthday party for my brother-in-law to attend and that sealed the deal.

We’ve been here since Wednesday night.  The drive down was not pleasant.  Tim and I have been having some ‘difficulties’ lately.  So, we weren’t talking.  I drove the entire way.  Angry.  Listening to the radio, loud, while he played with his Blackberry.  At one point, he did say to me:  “So, do you want me to drive?”  in a tone that clearly suggested he did not want to drive at all.  Of course, being stubborn and stupid, I said:  “If you can’t offer to drive, then forget it.”  This caused us to argue bitterly for about 5 minutes, then we went back to our respective silences for the remainder of the trip.  Such fun!

By the time we reached Rick and Connie’s I was exhausted and feeling sorry for myself.  Suffice it to say, I behaved badly once we got in the house.  I acted like a dopey drama queen.  And even as I was behaving so badly, a little voice in my head was yelling at me to stop, but would I listen?  No!  So, the next morning, after some sleep, I sheepishly apologized to my husband of 31 years, and to Rick and Connie for behaving like such a fool.

52 years old and I can still act like an idiot.  Proof, I guess that my life is still evolving and that age does not necessarily equal wisdom.