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Tuesday, April 13, 2021

I'm back

My friend Jamie told me after school that the Monday after Spring Break was the hardest Monday.  She's not kidding.

I looked at the stack of papers on my desk when I walked in my classroom yesterday morning and they seemed vaguely familiar but not quite.  I felt like I was three steps behind all day.

The weather is warmer and the students are antsy.

Meanwhile we have testing coming up and it's crunch time.

Meanwhile we have lots of home/family stuff too.

Geri stayed with us last night.  She's flying to Atlanta for a week and then she'll be back for BYU graduation celebrating next week.  It is exciting and wonderful, these graduates!

We signed Mark up for housing; he has a math placement test on Wednesday for USU.  He put all the dates of when his musical is on the calendar.

(You never met anyone so laissez faire about their housing.)

My mind is humming.

I asked the 4th grade teachers if we could please figure out when we are collaborating this summer because a girl needs to plan.  Story of my life.  For me, planning is a security blanket.

I don't really have a lot to say or time to say it but I didn't want to disappoint Marianne....


Friday, April 9, 2021

Grateful Friday

Yesterday I had a good and long and way overdue conversation with Janet.  We have to work around my school breaks to catch up but I'm grateful every time we do.

She gets it, the whole parenting adult children thing.  We are in this together and it is wonderful to have that in common.  

I also worked with Mark on fixing my desk.  I told him earlier when he wondered what I wanted for a birthday present, that I wanted his help with my desk.  He has all the fearlessness of an 18 year old boy and he also knows how to use power tools.  He's put enough Legos together that he can see how something needs to go.  

Adam was a little skeptical of the entire project because he said we needed to attach all the screws in such a way that they didn't interfere with the holes underneath the desk already (the poor desk has moved enough times that it's had the legs repositioned/changed multiple times).  Mark got a pencil and made marks for the screws.  I said, "Are you eyeballing that or measuring?"

He said, "Eyeballing."

I said, "I like the way you think."

I'm not what you would call a measurer.

One of the legs had the screw in the end loose and wobbly.  My dad said to take it out and fill the hole with with glue. We tried it without doing that, because why do more work than you have to? but we needed to pull it out.  So it's not 100% finished while we let the glue dry but we are well on the way.  

Back 25 years ago when Adam made the table, he wrote his initials on the bottom.  

Yesterday Mark added his.


I'm grateful to have Mark around for my projects.  He's a keeper.

Thursday, April 8, 2021

A change is as good as a rest

I think the best way to describe it is that I've been puttering.  And mothering.  I met with Emma to help her unravel her to do list a little.  I did some online USU orientation with Mark; I recorded relevant dates for housing sign ups and class registration in my planner.  

Then I've just puttered around the house.  

I arranged the Easter flowers on the table.  



I cleaned the kitchen and did some laundry.  I painted some chairs.



I didn't take a before shot.  They were sort of faded black and a little rusty in spots.

Every time I walked by, I admired my new artwork that I bought with my birthday money.


I went to the grocery store and then Trader Joe's because I wanted some good strawberries.  I had a phone conversation with my mom, catching up on all the things and with my dad, in Home Depot, talking over how to raise/repair my desk.

Emboldened by his advice, I was able to have the surly guy in the lumber department cut some boards for me.

There are a few things I haven't done.  I haven't opened a few work emails in my inbox.  I have firmly put it out of my mind.  I am enjoying a break.


Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Utah State isn't the problem

The problem is that I'm not ready to let Mark go.

When has that ever stopped time's march?

On Monday we drove to Logan.  It is a marvelously short drive (two hours) which softens the whole Mark leaving home blow quite a bit.

It was my second time ever going to Logan and this time I had my eyes wide open because this is where my baby is going to live.

We took a campus tour and saw a housing presentation.  We ate in the cafeteria and visited the book store for some swag.

Mark called it swAggie.

We took a tour of the business school, which was impressive and beautiful.  We stopped by the Institute building.  It was all very nice and I like it all a lot.

Still.

I'm glad it's only two hours away.

That night, I looked on Family Search and found this picture of my grandpa at Utah State.

He's pictured with his dad and three sisters and I appreciate my mom putting these pictures on Family Search so I can scroll through them in a hotel room on my phone.

"Tomorrow we should recreate the picture,"Adam said.

Except this greeted us in the morning.


I'm going to need to get that kid a warm coat.

Monday, April 5, 2021

Pure joy

We had a wonderful weekend.  Friday I had an Easter egg hunt with my students.  I wrote math problems on eggs and hid them around the classroom.  The more eggs they found and answered correctly the more chances they had to win prizes! prizes! prizes!


I was feeling completely discouraged about another math test that I'd given them and this basket of correct answers filled me with hope.  They do know some stuff!  

Friday night we went to Dirty Rotten Scoundrels at the Hale Theater.  Mark and Adam checked in with the Mariners during the intermission.


It was a great show and I enjoyed it even though I was verrrrrrry sleepy.  By the time Friday night rolls around, I'm sort of worthless for anything besides sleep.

Saturday and Sunday were fabulous! General Conference never ever lets me down.

I alternated stitching the binding on Braeden and Anna's quilt (I finished it!) and taking notes and I was wearing my reading glasses and I'd take them off and put them back on depending on if I wanted to thread my needle or see the TV.  As my dad would say, I was busier than a three fingered fiddler.  

Saturday night Adam watched the priesthood session with his boys for the last time for at least the foreseeable future.  It was a beautiful day and Adam put camp chairs in the back of his car and selected a park near the restaurant where they were going to eat dinner. 

I love this picture.  


Mark came straight from work so he's wearing his work clothes.  When he was a little boy, he used to bring a clipboard and pen to stake conference and draw tiny stick figures battling.  It was his self prescribed way to help him sit still (sitting still = not his forte).  Now he plays a mindless game on his phone to help him listen.  

As for Braeden, who is sharing Mark's air pods, he is all laser focus.  Braeden can be forgetful and absent minded but not where the Gospel is concerned.

I love my boys.

I also love Mt. Timpanogos in the background.  It's like a huge set piece, the scenery of our life.

Anna worked on a school assignment and Emma and I worked on her bedroom (and I also quizzed her on state abbreviations and capitals because she wanted to see if she knew them all--she did).  My idea was to get rid of all the detritus in her room before she moves back home.  We filled a garbage bag of garbage and another garbage bag of clothes to donate.  And we still have more to do but it was an excellent start.  I love doing stuff like that and I especially loved it with Emma.  She's a good companion.

Sunday was more wonderful conference talks to listen to.  I took several pages of notes.  It's amazing how I can feel like I have so many ways to improve, but I also feel encouraged and lifted.

In the very last talk, President Nelson announced that there would be 20 new temples built.  Amazing!  I got teary as he went down the list, knowing how much that would mean to the people who lived in those places.  Then he announced a temple in Elko, Nevada!

Cue ugly crying.

It was just so overwhelming and joyful to me!  I immediately thought about all the good people in my stake when I was growing up.  I thought about my grandparents (both sets) who were stake leaders and helped build Zion there.  I thought about my parents and my dad's cousins and my siblings who live there and who have worked and served in the stake.  I thought about all of their influence and hard work and what a blessing this would be to the people who live there now.

We thank thee O God for a prophet!

As soon as the closing song started, I got a text from Erin, my dear friend and college roommate (of nearly 30 years ago!).  She sent a string of hearts.

It's nice to have 30 year long friendships.

From that elation, we prepared our Easter dinner.  Mostly Adam did the cooking.  I set the table (and took a picture of it, because that's what I do).


I also kept telling Braeden to stop eating jelly beans!  I didn't want the aesthetic spoiled before we'd even sat down to eat.

We had ham and baked potatoes and asparagus and roasted carrots and deviled eggs and pie that Braeden and Anna brought.  It was a feast!

Then, because we weren't ready to be done with conference talks, Adam played part of a talk by Elder Holland from 2009 about Easter. 

I'm ever grateful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  I'm grateful for the many ways His Atonement has blessed my life.  I love glimpses I see that reassure me that whatever happens, everything will be OK.  President Nelson told a story of visiting some Pacific Islands a few years ago.  They were going to have outdoor meetings and it was raining.  In three of the locations, the people prayed and the rain stopped.  In Tonga, the people prayed and the rain did not stop.  

President Nelson showed a picture of the audience, wearing rain ponchos, listening to the meeting and said they had faith for when the rain didn't stop.

It keeps reverberating in my brain.

I want to have faith even when the rain doesn't stop.


Friday, April 2, 2021

Grateful Friday

Today I'm grateful for my mom.  It's her birthday!  She is good through and through.  She would do anything for people she loves.  She has always been an example to me of service and righteousness and faith and I appreciate her.

Today I'm grateful for spring break!  I'm looking forward to a tiny road trip and then the rest of the days at home to do projects.  I have a list.  Most of my breaks from school this year have been busy elsewhere or with guests and I will enjoy some home time.

Today I'm grateful for my school.  I love the people I work with.  I love being a teacher.  I love that I get a break from it for awhile though.

Today I'm grateful for my family.  I am looking forward to spending the weekend with my people.  Last night Adam and I ate with Emma.  The conversation turned to international flags (like it does) and Emma has been diving deep into flags and Adam brought up how he once went down a rabbit hole of Scandinavian countries and their Nordic crosses.  These are just the kind of nerds I love.  (Also, the Uganda flag is awesome.  I know because Emma showed me.)

Today I'm grateful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  I'm grateful for Easter to remind me of the gift of the Atonement of Jesus Christ.  I'm grateful for General Conference this weekend.  It is a gift!  I love having time to listen to our leaders.  I love soaking up perspective and inspiration and resolving to do better and be better.

Thursday, April 1, 2021

Friday is trivia day

I'm trying to hold down the fort but I have A LOT of absent students and I have had for a few weeks.  Not the same students, mind you, just a rotating roster of absent students.  I've lost track of who was absent when we learned what.

I have a student whose birthday is on Sunday and next week is Spring Break.  I asked her if she would like to celebrate her birthday on Friday.

She laughed at me and said, "I won't be here Friday!"

Like I was the goofball thinking she would.

Another student is convinced that our field trip (which is April 20, you can ask each permission slip that went home.  It is April 20.  I promise.) is this Friday.  Her mom told her it was.  It doesn't matter how many times I say it is April 20.  Her mom said.

Another student said he would be gone Friday.  Going to Idaho.  He said, "So are we going to be learning anything important on Friday?"

Sometimes I don't know what to say.  I really don't.  In my naive mind, it is all important.  I've decided on a solution though:  Friday is trivia day.  

It will be What did Jack and Jill go up the hill to fetch? and What color is an emerald? all day long.  Things like that.

Nothing important.