Weekend

 Friday was a teacher work day.  I mostly kept my head down, working in my classroom.  I got my sub plans sorted and planned lessons and even dusted the shelves.  (Doesn't happen very often!)

I got an email from another teacher that Holiday (gas station/convenience store) was giving a free drink to teachers.

I went into Miriam's room and asked her if she wanted to go on a field trip.  (I would have asked Alissa too, but she was home with a headache.)

So we got our sodas and then went back to work.  The school felt like a ghost town.  So quiet.  I appreciate the quiet days to get stuff done, especially when we are all exhausted, but I like a school better when it is full of children.

Friday night we went to dinner with Dave and Nola.  First we tried to decide where.  Trying to decide where to go to dinner is the ultimate first world problem, but sometimes it can be a real conundrum.  We settled on JCWs and had a nice time.

Saturday was a typical chore day + I still was feeling the effects of my cold.  It's been hard to shake.  That evening, in an attempt to cram in all the social life before I have chemo again, we did some matchmaking and went to dinner with two friends, setting them up on a blind date.  

I don't think I'll quit my day job and become Yenta the matchmaker.

It was stressful!  On the drive to the restaurant, Adam and I discussed topics to avoid and topics to bring up if things got slow.  They are our friends and we mostly enjoyed the evening, but it felt a little stressful the whole time.

I'm not sure if anything will come of it, but we tried.

I led the singing in primary on Sunday!  That always feels like an accomplishment.  

When I stood up to lead, one of the teachers, an older man who remembers when my grandpa was his bishop in Cedar Fort (so in the 1940s) said, "But what we would like to know is, how are you doing?"

I said I was fine.

He said, "Well, we're grateful for that."

When they found out I had cancer, my ward wanted to do something, anything, to help.  I think they were ready to bring me dinner every night for the foreseeable future.  We compromised that someone brings dinner every time I have treatment.  A woman name Starr is bringing me dinner this week.  She sat down next to me at church and asked me all about Mark's celiac.  She said she had been researching it.  She said, "Celiac is a pain!"  I agreed that it was.  I assured her that she could bring whatever and she didn't need to worry about it being gluten free.  She said, "No, I want to make it gluten free.  I'm learning a lot!"

It is just the kindest thing.  I am so grateful for all of the many big and small gestures people make for me.

We also had our own little Super Bowl party.  I could care less about the Super Bowl, unless the Seahawks are in it.  I am a fan by marriage.

Also, I'm less invested in the game and more there for the themed party.  We bought green and blue candy and blueberries and kiwi fruit and green vegetables and blue tortilla chips.

I'm taking all the leftover candy to my classroom for rewards.

Emma made the really good corn dip that is Whitney's recipe and at half time we added the Davis family football staple of lil' smokies along with some Chinese BBQ pork.  It was fun to feel connected with the Davises while we cheered the team on to victory.

I had a dream last night that I was a student teacher and I left my class and I was going somewhere with Mark and Adam.  It was taking a lot longer than expected and I was trying to text my mentor teacher, but I couldn't remember her name.  I was just panicking.

I woke up and tried to remember my mentor teacher's name so I would never get in that circumstance again.

Then it dawned on me that I don't have a mentor teacher.

I don't know what the dream means.  I am stressed about leaving my class this week?  I need a mentor?

Whatever it is, I'm off to school this morning and I am going to stay there the whole time and not just randomly leave with Mark and Adam.