Summer house

 

It has been nice to be home the past couple of days.  I walk around switching out a pillow or changing the mantel or moving around some plants.  

When Adam used to travel to London frequently, I often repainted a room when he was gone, to keep myself occupied.

I told Adam the other night that I am rethinking our bedroom, specifically the bedding.  He said, "Aren't we...happy...with our bedding?"

I told him this is my painting a room or rearranging furniture and he gets it.  (Also, if I didn't tell him, he might not notice.  That used to happen sometimes when he went to London.)

Just to satisfy my own nesting, I have been puttering around and giving little seasonal tweaks.  It makes me happy.

Can anyone be uncheered by Marimekko prints?

I walked with Kim this morning and we are loving this milder weather.  It is like Seattle summer around here lately.  Also, I noticed a big difference between my energy yesterday and today.  My body is fighting back after the immunotherapy!

Chasing around

My Grandma Jaynes used to use phrases like chasing around when we were doing errands.  It was always more fun when I chased around with my grandma.  It usually meant she was buying me something.

Yesterday I chased around.

I was able to get an eye appointment in the morning.  Going to the eye doctor is by far the best doctor.  I especially love my doctor's office.  They play instrumental primary music in the waiting room and the whole vibe is just soothing with dark wood furniture and sculptural floral arrangements.  They never weigh you at the eye doctor or take any blood.  Best doctor.

He looked at my eye and declared there is no scarring, which is always a relief because the scarring is what causes blindness.  He also is upping my prescription so I don't have to keep trying to convince my insurance to refill sooner.  Finally, he prescribed another steroid eye drop.  This time he wants me to use it daily since I have suppressed immunity.  I felt good about the whole thing.

When I was leaving, I ran into Tricia in the parking lot, who is my friend from school (reading specialist).  She asked, "What are you doing here?"  I told her I had just seen the eye doctor.  She said that was where she was heading and she pointed to her left eye that was kind of swollen and unhappy looking.

She has the same thing as me and in the same eye!

I went home and started calling pharmacies for Mark's prescription which has been unavailable.  We divided and conquered and finally they had it at Costco.  They said they wouldn't hold it for us.  So we hightailed it over there and they said it would 24-36 hours.  Which is not holding it for us plus, I think.

We went to lunch.  Mark texted our family group chat and I replied while we were standing next to each other in line.

The struggle is real.  I spend all day every day wrangling recalcitrant children during the school year and that urge is not easily ignored in the summer.

I persevered and didn't say a word.  

We drove from Orem to Walgreens in PG because my prescription was ready, but when we arrived, they were on their lunch break.  We went to the UPS store to return something, but turned right around because the store was packed. 

Chasing around (and not much to show for it).

I embarked on the project of putting stuff away and readying QE's room for their visit later this month.  It is something of a holding area (that sounds better than dumping ground).  I took a book down to the basement.  There wasn't space on the shelf where I wanted to put it and I was carrying a handful of other things I was putting away, so I just set it on top of the other books.  Mark asked, "Do you want help?"  

I said, "No, that's Tomorrow Thelma's problem."

My children all know that I have very little confidence in Tomorrow Thelma which is why I rarely procrastinate if I can help it.  In fact, I have been known to say that Tomorrow Thelma is an incompetent cow, so I can't leave things up to her.

I was walking away and Mark said, "I believe in Tomorrow Thelma!  I'm going to get that printed on a t-shirt."

I eventually got my prescription, so that was happy.  

My late afternoon project was to start the process to buy a headstone for my 4th great-grandparents who I of course never knew.  They are buried in the Sandy Cemetery and they don't have a headstone.  I tell myself I am doing it for my Grandma with the Brown Eyes (what we called my Great Grandma Jaynes) because they are her great grandparents and I did know her.  She was 5 when her great grandmother died so I don't think she would have remembered her, but I am doing it all the same.

I called the cemetery and got a headstone company recommendation.  You design it yourself, which feels like a lot of pressure and I'm definitely going to wait until Adam gets home to look at it before I buy it.  He is the measure it guy to my I'm just going to eyeball it.

 I was intrigued with the options, even though I am getting the most barebones headstone they have.  There are all these designs you can add.  Curious, I clicked on "various items" under the artwork tab.

They had one offering.

There was exactly one option:  an alarm clock.  I tried to imagine the scenario when you would want to put an alarm clock on someone's headstone.  An alarm clock that is literally set in stone at 6:15.

"They were never late."

"They were always late."

"It was their time to go."

"It wasn't their time to go."

"They always woke me with a smile."

"This clock shows the time of their birth."

"This clock shows the time of their death."

I want the headstone company to connect me with 1) the person who created this as an option or 2) a person who has ever used it.

I have questions.

Weekend

 Thursday and Friday I was in Heber for my leadership retreat.  It was a good time + I was very tired.  Even though I was tired Wednesday night, I didn't sleep all that well.  I realized later that I had steroids as part of the infusion and that messes with my sleep.  How could I forget?

The meetings were good.  We got up and moved around and arranged ourselves into different groups at different times.  I didn't hate it like I do when I don't know a group well.  I dragged my chair around too, so I could sit down.  Everyone else stood up in our small groups, but they didn't mind looking down at tired me.

We talked about essential standards and learning progressions and collective efficacy groups and vertical alignment and teacher clarity.  A lot for a few days in June, but it was with smart people I really like.  We went to dinner and I was sitting at the same table as Matt so we plied him for information about his take on the district split and the boundary study and he explained the difference between public schools and charter schools because I never totally understood.  We learned last week that he will be our principal for only one more year and that makes us all sad.  He took a director position in one of the new districts.

After dinner we convened back in the conference room for a game.  We divided into three teams and did this escape room type game.  It was really fun for me because it had the types of tasks I like.  It lasted until about 10:00 and I left immediately and went upstairs to my room.  I tried to go to sleep, but I again didn't sleep well.  

I am a toddler and need my wind down routine.

So Friday I was SUPER tired.  So tired.  I got my bloodwork from my doctor visit on Wednesday and it wasn't good.  I had been hoping/expecting a clean bill of health and good proof that my cancer was in remission. 

Adam was driving from Nashville to Louisville with some coworkers so I didn't want to call him for my freak out.  I called Olivia.  She is reliably always up before me so she is a good morning freak out buddy.

After talking to my sympathetic sister, I dried my tears and went to my next day of meetings.  One foot in front of the other.  At breakfast I was sitting with Jamie and Holly, who teaches kindergarten, and Brecken who teaches 2nd grade.  I was telling them about QE and what a blooming genius she is (just ask her nana).  No one gets as excited about phonemic awareness as a table full of teachers at a Best Western hotel breakfast.

They were impressed and told me about a show that helps number sense for our brilliant girl.  

On the drive home, I talked to Adam and also my dad and cried some more and so now I have my eye infection flare up to show for it.

My cancer doctor isn't in on Friday, but Adam fed all my bloodwork into Gemini and it made me feel better that given the treatments I have had and the treatment that I'm still doing, the bloodwork looks as expected.  (At least according to Gemini.)  Later, Adam talked to one of the nurse practitioners that I don't really like (so he took one for the team by calling her) and she confirmed what Gemini said.  A clean bill of health is not the current reality so I have to be OK with that.

I really wanted to talk to my mom, but if I dwell on that too much, my eyes will get way worse from crying.  

I told Mark that he needed to be EXTRA nice to me because I only had enough eye medicine for a few days (my insurance is stingy with refills).  No crying!

Mark is pretty nice to me.

I slept for eleven hours Friday night and that helps, you know.

Mark and I made a shopping list, went to JCWs for lunch and then went to the grocery store.  He is good company.

For the rest of Saturday, I felt increasingly droopy because of my eye.  I decided I needed to call my eye doctor and try to get more medicine.  I have an appointment this morning.

Adam went to Churchill Downs and the Grand Ole Opry over the weekend, so I was able to at least live vicariously through him.

I felt pretty sick on Sunday.  I thought if I wasn't doing primary singing time, I would stay home.  Then I reasoned that I taught school plenty of times when I wasn't feeling well.  It keeps working out.

I napped and rested all afternoon.  Emma had a thing with her ward so she didn't come to dinner.  Mark made fried rice, I napped, I talked to Adam and Emma at the same time.  It was kind of a whimpering end to the weekend.

I am looking forward to better things.

Stewing, but not freezing

 Immunotherapy was rough yesterday.  I felt nauseous during it and wiped out for the rest of the day.  It was supposed to be the Big Scary appointment (in my mind) where they told me the status of my cancer.  There was a mix up with the nurses not being there yet, plus my doctor wasn't there so I met with a nurse practitioner before they accessed my port so I never did hear how things are going with my blood.  I assume they'll email me the results.

Olivia and I had this conversation about something else entirely, but it still applies over and over for as long as I live.

I mostly slouched in my chair + I took a small nap.  I talked to Olivia and Braeden on the phone so that was happy.  I got to see the Young Prince over FaceTime and he is a delight.  At one point, I thought I was in our light-filled little apartment in New Haven, Connecticut because he reminded me so much of Braeden at that age. (The light was supplied by both the sun through the big windows and Braeden's smile.)

Today I am heading to Heber for the leadership retreat.  Last year I froze in my t-shirt and sandals in the enthusiastically air conditioned conference room of the hotel.  I ended up buying a fashionable Heber Valley sweatshirt at Walmart.  It had either an elk or moose on it.  I can tell the difference, I just can't remember.

This year, I am prepared, wearing socks and shoes and taking a jacket.  Maybe I will dig out the sweatshirt and take it too for old time's sake.

Back in the saddle

 By saddle, I mean chair at the cancer center.  I have my immunotherapy today.  Olivia texted me and asked me how I felt about it, was I dreading it?  I am not.  That is something to be glad about.  

I am also not looking forward to it.

Mostly, it wipes me out.  I am grateful that I don't get sick though and I'm grateful the effects won't be too lasting.

I'm really hoping that I will bounce back enough for my leadership retreat which is tomorrow and Friday.  Changes are coming at school and I don't like that.

We've survived changes before.

I've survived the chemicals they pump into me.

Everything's going to be OK.

Teamwork

 Yesterday Kim and I took our first morning walk of the summer.  We go at seven and it is pretty perfect (although it will get hot in July, even that early).  Our only hazard was the mountain bike teams zipping by.  They would say, "Good morning," as they sped past us so even though it seemed they were trying to kill us, they were friendly and polite.

My team came over.  We made great progress (better than I'd hoped for) on our learning progressions for math and how we are going to assess everything.

We started on the deck and it was pleasant.  

You could do worse for a meeting spot (for example the school that is getting the ceiling ripped out....).

We were all on the same Google Docs causing havoc for each other, but it worked.  We kept having to pause and close tabs.  

We went to lunch at Chubby's and talked about summer plans.  Everyone is going to have some fun and that is happy.  Family reunions, weddings, trips and the like.

We worked a little on the deck in the afternoon, but it got sunny and our computers started heating up.  We moved inside, but in comfy chairs.  We decided we'd rather balance everything on our laps than sit at the kitchen table.

Alissa commented on my plants (I have too many.  People gifted me plants when I was diagnosed with cancer and also when my mom passed away, I brought some home from my classroom, plus I already had a lot.).

She said, "I don't know how you can keep them alive!  I am terrible with plants!"

She has two toddlers and two dogs.  I think my plants are easier.

When we were done for the day, my head hurt from thinking, but I also felt very happy about our accomplishments.  Today, literacy, which is more complicated plus we need to map out our interventions.  I'm glad to be going into it with some success already under our belts.

Weekend

 Way ahead of schedule (they usually start in August), I had my first back to school stress dream.  I dreamt I was walking into the school schlepping all my stuff for my first teacher work day back.  I walked past Miriam's room and there were students and parents and it was back to school night and I didn't know it was back to school night!

I went in my classroom and everything was totally different including a rock climbing wall and this sketchy looking amphitheater on one side that looked like ancient ruins.  None of it seemed all that safe.  Students started coming and I couldn't pronounce any of their names.

I have a full (except Wednesday) week of school stuff this week, so maybe that is where it is all coming from!

Stress dream aside, we had a good weekend.  It was productive and we spent time together and that is about all I want.

On Saturday, Adam wanted to redeem his birthday gift card from Emma at The Root Beer Store.  So we met up with her and went together.  Adam bought some root beer and Emma got some ancient salt water taffy that was as hard as a rock.  (No teeth were lost.) 

We also went to Trader Joe's and Winco together.  I love to be with Emma.  She told us her itinerary for her upcoming Spain trip and I think it sounds like she will have a great time.  She is planning to hit a lot of art museums and I approve!

After parting with Emma we went to the World's Largest Costco, but didn't even venture into the parts that make it so vast.  We stuck to what we usually get, with the addition of an outdoor rug for the deck.

Yesterday I did primary singing time again because my partner was out of town.  I think it is actually easier when you do it consecutively.  You can pick up where you left off.

On Sunday afternoon, I was sitting next to Kim at a stake primary meeting.  She leaned over and showed me her phone.  Rod had just texted her that we had the same rug on our deck that they have on theirs.  We can't see their deck, but they can see ours.

They had just bought theirs on Friday.

I told her we both have excellent taste.

Today I have my team + Jamie coming over for our collaboration.  It was the first time in forever we tidied the house on Sunday evening.  We will be working on learning progressions.  I was telling Adam about it and he asked, "Have you had AI help you with that?"  I said no and also that I didn't know how.

Bad idea to tell Adam you don't know how to do something if you don't want to do something.  He had me get my computer.  I was skeptical, but AI did a pretty good job!

Look at me, on the cutting edge....