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When I got my new whiteboard on wheels, I saved the styrofoam cubes that were part of the packing. About 5 inches square, with a notch on each that once wrapped aroung the whiteboard to keep it from slipping, I put them on top of my filing cabinet, certain I could use them for SOMETHING. The notches interlocked, maybe I could use them for volume? I wasn’t sure. But I kept them.

Yesterday, during science, I pulled them down and went to the various groups of kids. I handed over the cubes, silently.

“What is this?” they asked.

My only response: “I don’t know, do you?”

It was amazing. Only a few said “Oh, that’s from packing furniture or something.” Some kids locked them together. Some took them apart and said they looked like little houses, or A’s, or interlocked, an S. One of my favorite kids (Yes, we have favorites.) grabbed them, interlocked them and said “Integration! Multiage! TEAMBUILDING!!” (What my program is based on, btw.) Some put them on their ears, or nose, or head. I used it to explain that scientists don’t know the answers, they ask questions to FIND the answers. I found my kids’ reactions so interesting, though, that I spent study hall going around to other classrooms.

Other kids did things totally separate from what mine did. Some made laptop handles. Some made towers. One refused to touch them because “I have homework, I can’t be bothered.”

And the teachers! One, a very traditional, read the chapter, do the review questions, take a multiple choice test type — I handed them to her, and her whole body stiffened. Her face got red. “What is this? Are you playing a trick on me? What am I supposed to do?” So interesting.

It helped reaffirm my teaching style. My kids weren’t scared to ask questions. They are used to the Weirdness of Mrs S. They feel safe to play with the cubes, and safe to make any conjectures they want. Granted, the traditional kids don’t know my like my own kids, but still. It made me feel good.

Another teaching story from this week: Math is first thing most mornings, and on Tuesday, my kids were just groggy and cranky and not participating. In my most stern “I am disappointed in you” teacher voice, I said “All right, everyone up. Come on, out of your chairs on your feet.”

The kids stood up, looking at each other, and then at me, confused. Without cracking a smile, or exuding ANY joy, I said “Okay, put your right hand in.” I sighed.

“Now take your right hand out.” The kids complied, but were still not getting it.

“Now put your right foot in.”

“Wait, Mrs S! Are we doing the Hokey Pokey?” One kid volunteered, quizzically.

“YES! We ARE doing the Hokey Pokey, do you have a problem with that?”

A few kids complained and stopped, and I wagged me finger at them.

“SHAKE IT ALL ABOUT!!! Everyone!”

The kids shook it all about, and I said “There, NOW we can get on with our math lesson.”

Seriously, I wonder what my kids will say about me when they are adults. Only in middle school could I be THAT dry and mean (heh) about making 13 year olds do the Hokey Pokey.

Over there in the Wordy section, you’ll see a new book I’m reading. “Not much just chillin’: the hidden lives of middle schoolers” is good. Damn good. I am loving this book. It is also reaffirming my beliefs; basically, kids first, everything else second.

As a middle school teacher, I KNOW that this stuff goes on. I know what I wish my kids had. Anyway, some excerpts:

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A Month Off. Right.

So, I’d mentioned elsewhere that this would be a month off for us, TTC-wise. Dreams of Florida vacations (Gulf Coast recs, anyone?) had us thinking we would wait. Just a month. Right.

So, when I got home from school and a trip to the library, and found Dave home early, I was planning to wait. Really. But then, in a decidedly unsual scenario (for us) we were nekkid by 6, at Dave’s suggestion. I typically don’t talk about this part of our life, but it was so unusual, that it is part of the story behind the title.

Once in the moment, I couldn’t err, try to not conceive. So, I am officially in the two week wait. Again.

I talked to Amy about it earlier. Taking a month off felt sort of like dropping out of college with a class left. But, I was planning to abstain… then, The Devouring.

I am a fatalist. I am. I know that I am ovulating, thanks to the green tea. And I can’t help but think that maybe there is some animal instinct under our civilized ways that triggers the instinct in men, because really, it’s not typical. And it was great.

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Friday! Come on!

Thank fucking god it’s almost friday.

The rain today has me feeling tired and nappy.

I had a visit with one of my old clients today. He called two days ago, problems with his MSN (of course) and asked if I would come check it out for him. I got there, and spent 90 minutes fixing it, charged him for 60, and after he wrote my check I spent 45 talking about his travel plans, his new camera, his old camera, coastal real estate, hearing aids, and trains. When I left his apartment, dinner was getting ready to be served in the dining room, and I saw Dilia, my first client from this building. I hadn’t heard form her in awhile, so I went over and said “Hi, Dilia!’

Well, oh my god. She was SO EXCITED.

She’s a cuban immigrant who looks A LOT like Brother Theodore Klopeck from “the Burbs.” She was SO. EXCITED. She skipped dinner! I spent another hour in her apartment, looking at baby pictures of her grand-niece, talking about how to die, and what the best beaches in Florida are.

“I tell my doctor, those people? On zee Concorde? THAT was the way to die! Dey are zeeting on zee COncorde! A glazz of CHam-pain in one hand, bowl of caviar in zee otter, a luxuriouz crooze chip in New York Zeety waiting for them, and BAM! That is zee way to die!”

She wanted me to call dave and have us all go out to dinner, but I said I had “meat thawing” and had to get home. So, I spent more than THREE HOURS at the place, and got one hour of pay, but it’s not about money. They were people who were glad to have someone to talk to.

Of course, when I found Dilia in the dining room, I saw a teacher from school there. Here I was, leaving one man’s apartment, greeting another woman, and heading back upstairs. I can only IMAGINE what he is thinking I do after I leave the school. 😀

And, yoga is back on! It was so, so, good. Like a really good nap, or lucid dream, or something. I missed it so much, all summer, and to go back felt SO. GOOD.

Anyway. Still alive. Friday/Jeans day can’t come fast enough.

She of the golden horseshoe

My sister called today; they made it back to Colorado last night, after what, three (?) or so weeks of vacation. Because lawnmowing for 8 weeks or so is sooooo taxing.

I’m kidding, halfway. I must say, I do envy her ability to have odd jobs that allow her to travel like that, but my mother reminds me that they envy my ability to have health insurance and my own house. (Especially when her back goes out and instead of going to the doctor, she lays prone in a tent until she’s better.)

They had flown here from Madison, as her boyfriend’s family lives there. (Quote: “I think Madison would be a good girls name… it’s P’s hometown, and it’s a real . . . different name. Unusual.” Guess who DOESN’T work with children, ever?! I talked her out of it, for what it’s worth.) When they got back from Maine, they spent a week or so in Northern WI at P’s family’s cabin on some lake, somewhere. They trailered back an old snowmobile that P’s folks didn’t want, and a bench.

Now, it’s no ordinary bench. P’s dad is deceased (Interesting, how we’ve both chosen men who’ve lost their fathers at a young age, JUST LIKE OUR DAD) but his mom remarried, and had two more children with P’s stepdad. His stepdad builds furniture.

This stuff.

Now, this is cool stuff. But for you and me (well, I don’t know ALL of you, but for those I know pretty well) this is not in our price range. I just put together a tall shelf from Target that is intended for a bathroom, was on sale, and is now being used as a nightstand, as a reference. I’m even considering buying a dresser or two from El Bullseye because ours are just not functional for adults…. and would work better as baby furniture… don’t think I haven’t noticed that Dave’s dresser is perfect change-table height, and just needs paint!

The specific “piece” that they brought home — this is the kind of stuff that you use the word “piece” for — is this bench.

Yam, I’m looking at you. You were the one who coined the term “golden horseshoe” to describe my sister, I believe. It was Hermia who told me about her roommate, the actress/florist that was commissioned to make centerpieces for a livery driver’s daughter that included, yes, gold painted horseshoes. And it has stuck, my sister is “She of the Golden Horseshoe.”

And now, my sister ACTUALLY HAS a Golden Horseshoe under her ass.

(And, yeah, the HK stuff is amazing. There’s a website, but I didn’t want to link directly to it. That bench? Would buy me a trip to someplace tropical … in the HIGH SEASON. MMkay? Also, NYC’ers, apparently the new TW building — with the Borders — has this stuff in it. As does the Yale Museum of Art or something.)

Travel, etc.

When I got back from Australia, in ’99, I had a goal. I wanted to visit every continent by 30. Now, I’ve only been to 2 (North America and Australia) and I’m PRETTY sure I won’t make that goal, which is something I’ve had to put off as I went to school, etc. I may not make 30, but it’s a good life goal, still.

In going to school, I had to be poor. Real poor. As in, I made less than 10k in the last three years COMBINED poor. Dave isn’t wealthy, but he and financial aid supported me. We lived close to the bone, and when I did start working, we got married and continued to live close to the bone as we saved every red cent for buying a house. And it worked.

So, here we are, almost a year married, and now we’re homeowners who want a baby. (Of course, Dave is working the MDA telethon tomorrow, so he will have one of his bi-annual “We can never have kids because they will end up terminally ill” freakouts; thankfully, this is the last one for this year — CMN was in the spring — so it should wear off quickly.) And we want to take a trip.

When I went to Australia, it was on my own. I charged my plane ticket, and saved and paid cash for the rest. It took me YEARS to pay off that $1200 plane fare, but it was okay. When I charged the ticket, I thought long and hard — was it worth it? And I decided it was, and that I would never, ever regret that charge, no matter how long it took to get paid off. I haven’t regretted it, and it DID take me forever to pay off, and while it was a small part of my credit-card debt, that debt was a bitch to overcome. I regretted the H.O.R.D.E. tickets (kind of, it was a great time with friends who are now dead) and definitely the food charges (I paid HUNDREDS of dollars for mediocre HoJo’s fare, I’m SURE) but never the plane ticket. Never.

However, it made me credit-shy. We don’t have credit card debt. That’s a good thing. But now, I look at my savings account, I look at our combined incomes, and it’s hard to say “It’s okay to travel.” I can’t used credit cards. Using savings means that, well, what if? What if the fridge dies? What if we have a serious home repair? What if we need new windows?

And then the baby thing: Babies eat money, don’t they? So, shouldn’t we be saving money for The Baby (that does not even EXIST yet, even in it’s simplest form)?

When persephone posted about “Bermuda sounds better than Savannah,” she was right. It DOES sound better. I would LOVE to go somewhere moderately tropical; and Bermuda seems like a good off-season solution. (See!? I can’t even allow myself to think about going to someplace high-season, as February vacation airfares will already BE high season, to leave Maine.)

I need some frivolous spending money. I need to feel like I can look at Bermuda and have it not be a pipe dream. I need to have a secondary income.

As such, I’m working on the photography as spending money idea. I am testing out shutterfly’s printing services, and I’ve found a place that sells card frames, mats, and such. This will be my project: to make money doing something creative. I also want to do some more writing/submitting, but for now, I’ll start with the photography.

Even if I made fifty bucks, that’s fifty bucks, you know? And that would be cool.

I have to find my way to the middle of debt-saddled & fancy free, and tight-fisted and tense. Maybe creativity will help.

Or Georgia?

Savannah. maybe? Breana, any ideas?

Gah! I have not thought about travel for so long, all day has been spent fantasizing about the possibility. What sucks is that it has to be during a school vacation…. reason number 247 that I need to rethink this whole teaching thing.

Bermuda, anyone?

Bermuda seems like a reasonable choice. Off season, so “affordable” (read: cheap), and still warmer than here in February. (But that’s not hard to achieve.) And, it’s not so far away, 2 hours, I think, from Boston.

Anyone been? Any recommendations?

Suggestions?

So, on the travel thing:

The best time for us to go would be February vacation. Where would you go? Any tips, recommendations, or ideas?

Affordable Caribbean (NOT a cruise)? Mexico? Western Europe? (Fares from Boston are cheap in Feb, but, it’s February.)

How Much I Saved

First things first. I check the local hospital’s Online Nursery occasionally, looking at names and trends, and once in a while, there’s one that really, really stands out. Read this kid’s name, out loud. What the FUCK were his parents thinking?! Obviously, not much, I mean, they’d used Damian up already.

Anyway.

We headed towards the coast today, thinking the overcastness would make it a quiet day, but by Ellsworth we decided to NOT go on to Bar Harbor, instead we stopped and shopped instead. I totally scored.

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So. Tired.

Made it through the first day! And the second! And tomorrow is Friday, and I get to wear jeans, and it’s a long weekend, and next week is a short week, too! YAY!

I’m tired, but things are going okay. Issues have been few and far between (and caused by the likely suspects, ie, the same ones that had issues last year) but some kids that were challenging last year have been awesome — not letting the other CKs escalations affect them. That is cool.

So, yeah, only 176 more days! It’s too early to be counting like that.