Almost Done
Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010
Things Everyone Should Try at Least Once
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010While reading a story to my students today, we began discussing milking cows (it related to what we were reading). None of the students had ever milked one. I pronounced that everyone should have that experience. I recall doing so.
The following is a list of those things everyone should experience at least once in his lifetime.
- milk a cow
- ride a rollercoaster
- fly in an airplane
- gather eggs from the hens
- swim in an ocean
What experiences should be added to this list, dear reader?
Anticipation
Tuesday, June 1st, 2010One of the things I learned through geocaching is that anticipation is usually far better than the act. Anticipating the cache journey more times than not is more enjoyable than actually finding the cache. There are numerous reasons for this. In the end, disappointment often was at hand.
I’ve had to modify my behavior to accommodate that. One should not be disappointed so frequently during recreational activities. While I have successfully done so with geocaching, I know I am still lacking in other areas of my life.
Today I thought something would happen that didn’t. It took the starch out of me. It should not have. Tomorrow it will occur.
That old saying that one should keep the lows from being too low and the highs from being too high knew of what he spoke.
Funk
Sunday, May 23rd, 2010
Today has been weird . . . of late many things have been.
‘Twas supposed to be a big day out. Like all big days in recent memory (it seems), it was squelched. Thus I hung around home. It was a funky day.
I noticed what I think many know about me; I’m thin-skinned. At least as far as online communications are concerned. I think I knew this all along. Today I self-monitored myself. Always working on improving.
Spent a good part of the day on the data organization project. Ughh! This is the never ending project. I made big strides today. Today I delved into what I knew was there: multiple copies of unorganized photographs. 2002, 2003, and particularly 2005 were copied over and over through the years. Much of it is duplicated, but every now and then there are source files to be found, etc. To top it off, most of these photographs were taken with a camcorder or an older digital camera. Neither contains exif data, so I am constantly looking up dates, geocaches I completed eight years ago, etc. It’s monotonous work. There’s plenty left to do, but I feel like I moved ahead today. The tally is over 51,000 photographs right now. Yikes!
Apparently it is the 141st day of the year. I don’t think I’ve missed a day on my 365 day project.
It was a late night dinner. We are a weird family. There’s four of us. We dine on four separate meals at each mealtime. It’s odd. No one will eat anyone else’s food. I lost the battle on this years ago. Anyhow, I grilled a chicken breast, a pepper, and an onion. I chopped up the vegetables along with some garlic and EVOO. I then sprinkled some cumin and oregano in.
After a few minutes, I add some apple cider vinegar and about 10 ounces of diced tomatoes and some diced chilies. I reduced the heat and allowed the flavors to get to know each other. I then added in a can of black beans.
Back out to the grill I went to warm the tortillas. Once done, I spread a dollop of sour cream on the tortilla, added the vegetable mixture, and topped with a few slices of the chicken breast. Ah, good food. The others earlier had food from a box.
While there’s still plenty of time left in the school year, I think I am hitting the wall. NJ ASK took the starch out of me. I have things to complete that I am dreading. No biggy, but it’s just pushing papers. I loathe menial tasks.
Between now and July, I think every day has commitments. It’s time to step up . . .
Patchwork
Friday, May 21st, 2010
I am the cat slinking along the fence
I am the lingering voice of distant paternal advice
I am the convergence of Emily Post and Lenny Bruce
I am a thorn that protects the rose
I am a grain of sand on a forgotten beach
I am the boxer’s speed bag
I am her anger’s destination
I am the artist’s unfinished work
I am the seatbelt on my children’s ride
I am Willie Loman
