I'm having a caged tiger kind of day.
I'm finally feeling more human than sick (luckily that one single vomiting from coughing incident was the only one- after the initial few days) and I had a plethora of plans to choose from for today. I could go to utopia with my false hopes (I'm just cheap) and look for Josh's long lost winter coat which he will need next week, I could have gone to costco for some stuff we are out of, I could have gone to the fancy schmancy lumber store for the ply wood with which to carve my future wood block. But then Josh started saying he felt sick last night and sure enough he was legit sick this morning. I did make it out with sweet pea, before the rain which is coming down now, and I had a nice walk in the woods with a sweet young man who owns one of my favorite of sweet pea's playmates, but now I am feeling tied to the house, due to sick Josh, who requires nothing more than liquids and fever monitoring, and the husband, who would not be capable of fever monitoring and liquid providing, and has his own special needs, as in fall prevention and won't feed himself unless there is a box of something that does not require any preparation already sitting out on the kitchen island. Seriously, folks, when I don't want him to snarf something down all I have to do is put it into a cabinet. It's like it doesn't even exist when there is a door in front of it.
Don't worry No one starves round here. Guess who has a messy kitchen island!!
Anyways, The other day there was a story going around about a scam in NY where someone was "buying" used photo equipment from people and said they would venmo them the money but cancel the transaction once they had made off with the equipment, which they would then pawn at one of the famous camera stores. This is not an issue for me, since I hold onto everything I own until it is thoroughly used up, broken and worthless and I don't buy used equipment either, but at the end of the story they managed to catch the thief and he had the same name as one of my students from my first year of teaching- you know the kind of student who, 30 years later, I still sit around wondering if he managed to have a decent life because the odds were so stacked against him. And then I realized this little jewel of a beautiful boy with the bad luck would be 38 or 39 now!! The criminal could have been my ex-student's kid! I feel old.
It makes me wonder if any teachers I ever had sat around wondering what kind of adult I would turn out to be. I wonder of any of them missed me. I've been thinking a lot about teachers the past day because lil sis told me that a teacher of one of her kids has been saying hateful things to him. That kind of nonsense makes me so angry. When I was a teacher I felt that teaching was such an immense responsibility and that every word out of my mouth had to be instructional or beneficial in some way. I was trained to understand/know/live and breathe that responsibility when I got my master's in education. Doesn't everyone learn the same stuff? I guess it's just disillusioning. Living with this corrupt administration is making the normal stresses of every day life harder to bear. In a situation where the world froze and I had a couple of minutes alone with the frozen body of that teacher, I'd punch her quite a bit and then I'd staple her mouth together from one end to the other. She'd reanimate and figure out she might want to change the way she talks to kids.
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