Sunday Catch-up

Yesterday, our building was open from 10-2. I got there right at 10 and stayed until almost 2 pm (I had a meeting at 2, so I left a little early), and what a difference it has made!!! It feels SO GREAT to get a little caught up. Sigh...I wish I didn't have to work on the weekends AT school to get caught up, but that seems to be the reality this year. I repotted some plants that I had purchased the first week of school. They desperately needed new homes, but I never had the time to do it. I processed some books--wow, did that feel good--that had been sitting in a box for 3 weeks. I cleaned up the back room--organizing, throwing away, putting away. Oh, it all felt good. Today, I was doing leaf rubbings with 1st and 2nd grades after we read Old Bear by Kevin Henkes. One of the kiddos came over to me with her leaf rubbing and said, "it's like looking at the skeleton of the leaf!". And that's what keeps me in education.

Perfectly Crooked

Where did September go? I truly cannot believe we are already a week into August. Someone mentioned earlier today that we've started our fifth week of school, and that really surprised me. It seems like week three. My schedule is KILLING me this year. I teach 30 classes a week as part of the regular specialists' rotation. My assistant (I know how lucky I am to have one) and I are just bombarded all the time. We never have time to finish a project, let alone take care of the multitude of things from our to-do list. The books are not getting shelved in a timely manner, and she is behind on getting the Readers' Choice books ready for the students (the program started today, and she was literally covering books as we booktalked them). She does not work like this; I do not work like this! This schedule is KICKING OUR BUTTS! I hurt my back the day after the National Book Festival, where I broke my camera. First story first: I was in line to meet John Irving, and while waiting to get my book signed, I took out my camera to take a picture of him (and Judy Blume, who was signing in the booth next to him), and the volunteers started yelling at me that I was not allowed to photograph John Irving. I wasn't asking him to pose nor was I holding up the line, and I just don't think that's right. So I took his picture. Not five minutes later, my camera dropped out of my hands, straight down on its lens (which was out), and broke. Karma. Bit. Me. In. The. Ass. I am happy to have my picture of John Irving, even though I missed getting photos of every other author I got to meet that day. Let me say that John Irving is one sexy man. It was all I could do not to say those very words to him when he was signing my book. Woah. Anyway, second part of the story: I hurt my back the day after the book festival when I bent over to pick something up and then couldn't stand up straight. I have been in pretty bad pain for a week now, but I've scheduled a doctor's appointment for tomorrow morning, so hopefully my students won't be offering to help me out of my chair anymore. And hopefully I won't be crooked anymore. Which segues perfectly into the wonderful book I read last night, A Crooked Kind of Perfect by Linda Urban. I had to read all of our state Readers' Choice books for booktalks today, and I saved Crooked for last, and I'm so glad I did. I curled up in my bed under the covers and read until it ended. I'd like to say I was finished with it, but I could've kept reading about Zoe for another 200 pages. I want to know this girl! Growing up, my cousin Wendy had an organ very similar to Zoe's, and I remember all the fun we had with its rhythm machine, wah-wah bar (like for Hawaiian music), and full pedal board. The organ is just so 70's to me; it was a big part of our growing up, playing that crazy organ. Happy memories.