Two of Two

“I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.” L.M. Montgomery

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Favorite Quotations

“A strong woman is a woman who craves love like oxygen, or she turns blue choking. A strong woman is a woman who loves strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly terrified and has strong needs.”

– Marge Piercy

One of my other favorites is at the top of this blog.

I’m entering a contest. It’s about all I have energy for right now. . .but I’ll be back.

Job Clarification etc.

Sorry about my absence this week. It was a crazy run for a few days. I’ve had some of you ask what’s up with the whole job thing. . .and here is what’s what.

I applied for this same transfer last year, but there was not an opening. This year it just worked out.

I will get to ride TO and FROM school with Tony and the kids every day. I did the math last year, and that as well as the “extra” time I get with them in the morning since I won’t have to leave as early turns out to 11 more days per year that I get to spend with them.

The kids will be at the elementary that is “next door” (which is across a practice field and a playground) to the school where we are. Victoria has been there since 1st grade, and Thad will be in kindergarten there next year.

I teach 6th grade reading, and Tony teaches 7th grade science. So, the likelihood of us even laying eyes on each other during the school day are slim to none. . .but that’s okay. It will make faculty meeting/tutorial/department meeting days much, much easier since one of us can get the kids while the other one does whatever needs to be done.

There are about 1300 kids there this year, but there will be about 1500 next year.

I will either be teaching gifted and talented/on-level kids or on-level/dyselexic/lower level kids. I don’t know yet which it will be. I have more experience teaching the latter, although I am not a “certified” dyslexia teacher.

I think that does it for dry new job info.

I also have two prayer requests

1. My Daddy, Harold, is having trouble with his foot. I know I’ve mentioned somewhere on here that he has only one. . .someday I’ll write the story. . .but he is diabetic and is having trouble with what we call his “good foot” (which in reality is his ONLY foot) and seeing as how he only has one, if things with this one go amok, we’re fresh out of feet for Daddy. He has some circulation problems, etc. and just got out of the hospital again. Momma is trying to keep him still with his foot elevated, which sounds much, much, MUCH easier than it is. So say a prayer for Daddy and one for Momma while you’re at it.

2. I found out tonight that a close friend, Deanna, has stage four lymphoma that is in her bones. She just found a lump in her breast about 3 weeks ago, and all of the testing has taken this long to get done. She and her husband, Tyre, have one child, Savannah, who is Victoria’s age. She is having chemo done at MD Anderson, which is a world class cancer treatment hospital here in Houston. Sarah’s dad has been there a time or two, and can attest to it’s wonderfulness. Please, pray for Deanna. She is scared, and her first round of chemo did not go well. She got sick during the first two tries, so she had to have it done three times the first time and ended up having to do the third go at half speed which required 12 hours rather than 6 hours and an overnight hospital stay. Thank you in advance for praying for her and her family.

I hope it is spring where you are–lovely and flowery–and not too sneezy from allergies. . .

Oh, happy day. . .

I know that some of you remember I put in for a transfer to Tony’s campus last year but there were no openings. Well, today his principal e-mailed me to request an interview for a reading opening next year. I do not yet know when the interview will be–scheduling issues in this horribly busy week, but I am requesting prayers now. God sees the big picture, so whatever He wants is just fine with me.

Mystery

My children are currently and simultaneously in the kitchen bathroom with the door closed and the light on chanting “Paper, scissors, rock” while making paper/scissors/rock noises and generally chatting it up in there. Go figure.