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 Dear Protein Energy Drink Sellers,

I see what you're doing by gifting us with cases and cases of your products.  Teacher = caffeine and protein to boot.  You want to get us all hooked.  I am sorry to say a soda can with that much caffeine that contains milk (whey powder, but still it kind of freaks me out), does not appeal to me.  

Dear Students,

I love you, but at 2:15, you need to go home.

Dear Students, 

I love you, but stop tapping on my window before the bell rings when I'm trying to get everything ready.

Dear Parents,

When you spell your child's name some cutesy but still phonetic way, we roll our eyes a little (looking at you parents of Westly or Bearett).  When you opt for a not even phonetic way (Harliee), we are judging you.  So hard.  

Dear The Home Place,

You never disappoint me.

Dear Going out of Town Two Weekends in a Row,

What am I going to do with you?  I have lots of home things I want to do, but I also like the weekends away.  I guess carry on.

Dear Sub-contractor who is responsible for our rooms being in the low 60s all day,

What is your actual problem?

Dear Growth Mindset,

Thanks for pulling us through.  We started brand new WIN groups and small groups yesterday and it was a hot mess.  After school, we mustered all our courage and said, "We just don't have it figured out...yet."  All that preaching about you to students helped us.

Dear Olivia,

Thank you for introducing cats into the habitat surrounding our house.  Let's hope they love mice.

Labor Day

 The reunion is in the books.  It was a wonderful time.  I'm exhausted + it was worth it.

Yesterday morning, we hosted everyone for breakfast.  I loved having everyone crammed into our little house.  In retrospect, maybe we should have borrowed another table from the neighbors, but it worked out.  Desi's baby sat in the same high chair my mom, all of us, and our children have sat in.  A four generation chair.  It was my grandma's and it is solid.  I think it will probably last another generation.

I love these adoring and capable parents.  Quality.

We have been scheming about lighting in our house.  I keep buying more lamps on a wing and a prayer and the real trouble is overhead lights.  I talked with Ammon and my dad about it.  Ammon started measuring and my dad started brainstorming ideas.  Everything he said, I would say, "But how?!?" and he would look at me a little pityingly because he can do anything.  We have the start of a good idea and it involves my dad welding us a bespoke creation.  It is a little unconventional, which I love.  My house never looks like a showroom and that is the way I like it.  

Once we had breakfast sorted, we went to the cemetery.  My dad took a group on his buggy--or is it a wagon?  I don't know.  It is bigger than his buggy, so I don't know what we call it.  Another group of us walked (it's about 1 1/2 miles from our house) and some drove.  It was a perfect day.  Sunny, but not hot.  While we were walking, Olivia helped us arrange our youth baptism trip to the Elko temple next weekend.  Adam hadn't been able to get reservations in his desired time and Olivia called the temple president and got us set up.

It's not what you know, it's who you know.

Adam, Josh, Olivia, Lili, Omar, Ammon, Marcos, Azure, Lucette, Ruben, Clarissa, Ammon, Robert, Olivia, Me, Marianne, our dad, Desi and Isaiah.  (Mason was heroically taking the picture.)

The cemetery feels like sacred ground.  We all just stood there and cried a little.  Then we had a song and a prayer and started sharing memories of my mom.  How we miss her!

Olivia and I climbed up on the seat to ride back with my dad.  Marianne took a picture of Lili and Alazon (the horse) and we successfully photobombed.

I love being up on the seat with my dad.  

Ammon fed us lunch (at our house) and it was a crowded, convivial time.  After we all said our good-byes and everyone left, Adam and I finished tidying up and I felt sad to leave.  I loved how alive and warm and happy our house was with so many people I love.  

But, there's the matter of our jobs....

Weekend

 I put our flag out when we are here.  (I fancy myself to be the monarchy and we are in residence....)

This is how I know Emma is here.  I love waking up to this leaning against the wall, even though I sadly went to bed while she was pulling it out to play.

On Saturday morning Adam and I took a walk with Marianne, Robert, Clarissa, Desi, Mason and Louisa.  It is decidedly cooler than last time we were here and I doubled up with sweatshirts for the walk.  Still lovely though.  I love the crunch of gravel when you walk.  The best kind of walk.

Back at our house, Emma played some of her music for me and I cried.  Then Adam made me laugh so much I cried.  Then I washed off my mascara and tried again with waterproof mascara.

We went to Elko and my dad treated us all to lunch at The Star. (photo credits Marianne)

My dad, Tabor, Olivia, Edgar, Josh, Lili, Hyrum, Isaiah, Mason
Ammon, me and Adam

Desi, Clarissa, Emma, Mark
My dad, Tabor, Olivia, Edgar, Josh, Lili, Hyrum, Isaiah, Mason

The cool kids table: Ammon, Ruby, Marcos and Charlotte.  (Some of the cool kids were elsewhere at the time of the photo...)

We were talking about routines and whether we were routine people or not.  My dad said he is a minimalist and likes a routine.  Olivia said, "He only spends about $14 dollars a week on food!"

Eying the bill for all of our lunches, which was basically a scroll, I said, "Not this week!"

It was very kind of him.

From there we went to the temple.  Aunt Olivia was there and I got to chat briefly and give her a hug.  It was nice to be in the temple together.  It feels like heaven.  And it feels like my mom.

As Ammon said, "Tabor was really counting on the concept that if the camera can see you, you can see the camera."  Pictures are hard and I think we did pretty well with a selfie for that many! (Kudos to Ammon with the long arm.)

We had dinner that night at Marianne's provided by Tabor's family.  Katie was sick unfortunately, so she didn't come, but Tabor and his girls made us a great dinner.

After we ate, each family shared a family history story and several people performed talents.  I enjoyed it.  We have some musically talented kids!  (If I do say so myself.) I think they have for sure outpaced their parents for talent.  Emma and Mark went back to Utah after all of that.

Sunday we went to church and in Sunday School, when they wanted visitors to introduce themselves, my dad stood up and pointed to all of us and said our names.  I enjoyed church.  It is always good to be back in the Wells Ward.

We ate lunch at Olivia's.  

We ate in the gazebo and called it First Class

Here was economy class:

We wrote letters to our missionaries and assembled hygiene kits.  My dad gave us a Come Follow Me lesson.  

Tabor and Ruby and Charlotte left after that.  Family members kept having to peel off, but it hasn't spoiled our good time.

We ate dinner last night at Marianne's.  

Josh, Lucette, Olivia, Clarissa, Ammon, me and Mason

After dinner we visited a little, then started an escape room game.  People either immediately or gradually lost interest.  

I put in a small effort, but I was tired so we left shortly after 8:00.

Here is the small, but mighty, group at 10:00, when they finally escaped.

Omar, Marianne, Josh, Mason and Olivia

This morning I did my favorite thing, I got up when it was just getting light, I lit some candles and I am tucked under a blanket in my chair.  

I will have to move eventually, because everyone is coming here for breakfast.

For right now, this is really nice.

Grateful Friday

 A day late.  I forgot to hit publish yesterday....

 I am grateful Adam was home all week long!  Unusual and welcome.

I am grateful to be a teacher.  Yesterday one of my students told me, "You are funnier than my dad and my dad is hilarious."

(I don't think I am actually that funny, but I slay with eight-year-olds.)

I am grateful for my new class job, which is Siri.  Where has this been all my life?!?  One of them is Siri for the week.  When a student asks, "What do I do when I'm finished?" or "What are we doing?" or "What do I do now?" or another similarly maddening question like that when I have told them a million times, I refer them to Siri.

They ask the student who is Siri instead of me.  (And the student who is Siri pays good attention so they can answer the inane questions.) 

I am grateful for my friends at school.  I like everyone so much.  I am really and truly an introvert (I eat lunch alone in my classroom with the lights off if that tells you anything), but I really and truly love having friends.

I am grateful for a three day weekend and a family reunion.  We are going to Nevada and we have a weekend of food, folks and fun planned.  (Remember that McDonald's commercial?)  I am looking forward to seeing everyone and visiting and enjoying time together.  I am looking forward to the drive--love a road trip.

Some of my best friends are going through hard times.  They have ailing spouses or ailing selves or ailing parents.  I have friends who have suffered loss.  I pray for them and feel a little sad because I can't fix anything for them.  Me fixing anything isn't the point and I guess I am learning that.

I am grateful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ and I am thankful for Him.  He is a fixer!  I am also thankful that I can pray.  I know through experience that it matters when people are praying for you.  You look back and think, "How did I do that?" and you know that a lot of prayers helped.

Yesterday, Maren stopped by the school and we were all so happy to see her!  She stopped me and asked, "How are you?"  I gave her a rundown and I thanked her for everything she did for me last fall.  She stepped in many times and taught my class when I was having a procedure.

We aren't left alone.

Humming along

 I dreamt all night about teaching math.  As good as my class is this year at reading, it is not the same story with math!  I had tried several versions of a three digit with regrouping addition quiz with lots of reteaching and practice in between and I could not get to mastery with my students.

Also, in my dream, I knew that there was a magical way to teach math, but it was just out of my reach.

All night long.

Yesterday I tried again and they finally got it!  

Yipee!

I am also happy that every day, we are sliding more and more into a routine.  They are understanding my systems and things are humming.

After school we had a faculty meeting and we are starting collective efficacy groups.  We were assigned and as I sat with my group, I was pleased with who I was assigned to.  Lacey sat down and said, "This is a good group."

Emily sat down and said, "I am happy to see the faces in this group."

So we have that going for us.

(Oaklee said she hates fighting and I promised her we wouldn't fight.) 

Before we met with our groups, we had a very intense discussion about boundary changes and school closures.

At the end of the discussion, Matt said, "Are there any more questions?"

I said, "This seems kind of anticlimactic after school closures, but I have a question about RIDER tickets.  (Our school-wide behavior system.)

Every teacher has been asking each other about it and I said I would ask at the meeting.  

I am one of the oldest teachers so I am motherly towards them and also not afraid to raise my hand and ask a question.

We got our answer and my group talked about our collective efficacy.  I made it back into my classroom with enough time to get handwriting sorted and to have our IT guy come and fix a broken computer. 

After dinner, I went with Adam to a park for disc golf with the youth.  If you think I played disc golf, have we met?  But I walked around and chatted and it was a beautiful evening.

Adam and I both thought the park reminded us of "spaceship park" in Connecticut (named by preschooler, Braeden).  It is in American Fork, but the tall trees block the mountains and that rarely happens around here.  Usually, the mountains are the backdrop, full stop.

I love living in a beautiful place and I love this less surface of the sun, but still nice and warm time of year.

This is all to say, it was a good day.

Compare and contrast

 Since I have a one line a day journal, I know that last year on this day, I was still waiting to get my PET scan and surgery scheduled.  I was a mess emotionally and I didn't feel well.

Things are, gratefully, so different this year health wise.  I am not cured, but I am better and don't have anything scary hanging over me.

Last year, I mostly sat on the Buddy Bench during recess duty because I was so tired.  Now I walk around and chat and break up fights and tell them to stay away from the bees.

My class is different too.  Last year was a refiner's fire I guess because it was the school year of not fun things.

Last year, when I was walking my class down the hall, it seemed like the loud circus was in town.  This year, my class follows me down the hall like a little silent row of ducklings.  They are just...civilized.  

Last year my kiva was constantly getting knocked around and I was constantly adjusting it.  This year it just stays in its spot.

Last year, when I would ask the specialty teachers how my class had behaved, they would give me an exasperated, "Not well."  This year, they say things like, "Excellent!" and "They were great!"

Last year, I had a student who was nonverbal, a student who spoke no English, several boys who were wild and raucous.  I had major behavior problems.  I had lots of kids who couldn't read much of anything.

Yesterday, I had them read their story aloud and I went around and listened in.  They were all just dutifully sitting there...and reading.

I don't even know what to think about that.  

Last year we had wild temperature swings.  Sometimes it was so hot and miserable.  Now it is cold.  Still miserable, but different.

Eventually, hopefully, they will get it fixed and I think I will be sitting pretty.

I take it back

 For years we've been saying at school that we would rather have our rooms too cold than too hot.  We've been saying you can always put on a layer.

OK.

I was freezing yesterday.  

My classroom was 62 degrees when I got there in the morning and warmed all the way up to 67 by the end of the day.  That doesn't sound too terrible, except I wore sandals! (It was in the 80s outside and I had recess duty.)

I had a cardigan, but I was cold.

Our AC is fixed and (obviously) working really well.

What isn't working is the regulator.  It is just on.  And cold.

Guess who is wearing socks and shoes and taking a jacket today?