Running Hot

Day before yesterday it rained packages at our house.  After months of thinking, my curriculum plans were made and thanks to Rainbow Resource and Amazon they are largely fulfilled.  This coincided with the discovery of a teacher planning app that felt more natural to me than my previous planner.  It's a bit touchy, and has wiped out as much as three days of plans, but it's more open, simple style lets me record only what I need as I want.
Most of the booty was stored in the Locked Door Room (see previous post) to wait as a surprise for the school year, but the teacher books went to my newly cleaned classroom desk.  I drafted a schedule and then it began.  Planning, planning, planning.  Now that I had a schedule and the resources necessary to make decisions about what to do when all I had to do was start putting all those puzzle pieces together.  First a subject, then a full day, then a week and then...to save the world!  Once I've planned a month, no, a trimester, no, the whole year, then I can do auxiliary things like make all the photocopies and organize supplies.
And then I couldn't sleep.  It's all good, but it's too much.  Today I spent hiding from my planner and curriculum guides and the copier.  I had to do summer school, but that's different.  We went to the library.  I almost stayed out of the shelves about next year's time period, but our third wanted to know about William Penn.  Kurt brought home pizza and we watched Real Steel (great movie for MI and engineers).  My desk is calling and all my stuff awaits, but I'm hiding in Kurt's office writing up a post.
Tomorrow I'll devote to physical preparations for next year and going through my to do list before another school year burns me up.

Ice Fishing in July

I keep thinking about shutting down this blog. Almost nobody reads it, and I have so much else to do. However, it still serves it's purpose which is to help me overcome my fear of being read.  In my world growing up if you said the wrong thing, that was it, you were out, and your little dog too.  I say all kinds of things, and still almost nobody reads it.  The reassuring monotony is valuable to me.  
Perhaps someday I'll relaunch with flashy items and a site redesign, but for now it's enough to say whatever's on my mind and watch the daily visits climb to ten.  Keeps the well open.

grown up honeymoon

A few weeks before my marriage my father asked me how I felt about it, and I said, "ask me again in three years."  It wasn't because I wasn't in love, new is simply not my favorite feature for anything, much less for something as critical as marriage.  So in spite of five and a half years of on again, off again dating and seven and a half years of generally being on my radar, I still needed time to feel comfortable qualifying my marriage.  It's been eighteen years, and I can give it an unqualified excellent.  Like everybody we've had challenges both those that we signed up for and those that we didn't.  We aren't perfect, but we don't ever give up.  Our strength comes from being able to take turns carrying the burdens and maximizing each others gifts and character.
I guess it is a measure of our closeness that I started out writing a puff piece about a recent honeymoon trip, but I can't stay away from talking about my joy in the marriage, forget the hotels and meals and sightseeing.  Atlanta is awesome, but the falling in love I did there, I did with Kurt.