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Saturday, December 21, 2024
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Children
Thursday, December 19, 2024
Watching
Wednesday, December 18, 2024
Interest
Monday, December 16, 2024
Curtains
Leslie says that this is the same curtain she had in her room growing up. I don't know how she thinks a family from Maine went all the way to Pennsylvania to steal her curtains and put them up in their cabin in the woods, but whatever, Leslie. You know everything, so it must be true. You surely had the most precious and special curtains of all -- so special it inspired people to steal them.
Sheesh. She's unbearable sometimes.
Sunday, December 15, 2024
Sunday
Saturday, December 14, 2024
Grandmothers
Friday, December 13, 2024
Rides
Thursday, December 12, 2024
Rules
Something I find particularly compelling about what you have written here is the idea of "just do what you're told." I think that much of education (and society as a whole particularly for those holding marginalized identities) is not about learning and certainly not about questioning, but it is about conformity. My sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Richardson, who was about 114 years old used to always say, "Sit down. Keep still. Be quiet." It was her motto. I was raised to be a rule follower, but I'm not sure I have completely fulfilled that mission because sometimes rules are stupid.
Wednesday, December 11, 2024
Truth
Tuesday, December 10, 2024
Cure
Monday, December 9, 2024
Cover
Sunday, December 8, 2024
Sale
Saturday, December 7, 2024
Creepers
Wendy was right... us hanging around during the house showing did help sell that place! Though I was surprised people didn't have more questions for us. I mean, the Home Owner's Association asked us a lot of questions, but the people at the open house didn't.
Friday, December 6, 2024
Communication
So this is an email that I sent to a student last night. They had texted me to apologize for not sending me something I asked for because it was in their draft folder. I was typing them, "No worries, I hope it didn't stress you out that you hadn't written me. It's fine."
However, Lily walked into the room dragging around one of my t-shirts. There are certain t-shirts that she likes, but when she grabs them I make her take them to the laundry room. I apparently hit the record to text button.
I was going to delete it, but then I thought about how much I would love to get a transcription of someone talking to their dog, so I decided to send it (with an explanation). Sometimes you just have to do what the universe is encouraging you to do.
Lily is a knucklehead, but wow is my life better with her in it.