One thing I miss about not having my boys home anymore is the conversations we would have after dinner. This is true of my middle son, especially. He is a big picture thinker and a conceptual learner. Our current educational systems, in the U.S., at least where we live in the mid-west, do not cater…
Attitudes
Speaking Up
There have been times in my life when I wish I had spoken up, but didn’t. Are you like that? Or, do you just say what’s on your mind? I tend to be a rule follower and obedient, but these traits can sometimes lead me to not speak up when it’s needed. And, then, I…
Slice of Life: Witnessing Pre-school Fits
While going to the post office this morning, I witnessed something I wish I hadn’t. There is a childcare and pre-school across the street from our post office. It was 11:15 a.m. when I came up the street and saw the school bus stop in front of the preschool. Since it is not very nice…
Poetry Friday: Poems of Time and Place
This morning I went out to meet a past co-worker for coffee and I heard birds singing! Not just any birds…spring birds! I am pretty sure what I heard were robins! Immediately, I started thinking how the return of songbirds might be a better indicator of spring than trusting groundhogs! From these sounds and thoughts,…
Milestones
Today is my 1600th blog post! Wow! Today, I also find myself bereft of topics to write about. I’ve visited prompt pages, looked in my draft folder, and read some other blogs. Meh. Nothing stirs me. Lately, I’ve felt that I am forcing my writing. Not all of it. But, certainly, some of it. I’ve…
COVID Vaccinations: Part III
Earlier this year I wrote several posts about the pandemic and vaccination role outs. I explored the trials of getting my elderly parents their vaccines in New York State when I lived in Wisconsin. I relayed frustrations at “the system” believing our elderly could manage online searches and registrations for the vaccines. Ultimately, I was…
An Evolving Post: From Mishmash to Conversation Poems
There are many ideas running through my head this Friday morning. But, none seem worth writing about. It’s been a busy week. We’ve seen several people we haven’t seen in a year or more. I had lunch out with a friend yesterday. Then, I used the afternoon to pot up some of my annuals and…
Are you an Early Bird or Night Owl?
Ever since high school, I’ve known myself to be an night owl. I didn’t function well in the morning then, and forty-five years later, I don’t function in well in the morning, now. My mother, chipper than chipper in the morning would sing and greet us happily in our kitchen. I barely uttered a g’morning…
A Pocket Poem for You, Our Educators
Yesterday, I learned from a fellow blogger and Wisconsin educator, Tammy at Tammy’s Reading Life blog that today is Pocket Poem Day! According to Tammy’s blog, the Pocket Poem was started in New York and meant to spread cheer. A poem, written or copied (with acknowledgment, of course), is shared and passed to those one…
Filling Your Tank
In the late sixties and early seventies, one could pull into a gas station and have a person run out and say, “Can I fill her up for ya?” Her, of course meant the car’s gas tank. These days we have to fill the tank ourselves when we pull into the gas station. Likewise, we…