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cold wind today at the Acres. Was a chilly walk--my face is still red.
Beautiful sunset and winter sky--clouds racing on the back of the wind,
pinks and reds, grays and blacks, even a touch of lilac. The sky
"read" cold. Winter. Two bouts with the Arctic coming up this week
though I don't believe they'll be as frigid as the last one. Come on jet
stream do your job and get back up here. Let the Canadians have the cold. And Michigan.
I fought the chill with a steamy bowl of beef barley soup and a mug of Earl Grey tea. Followed by a cold Pepsi, of course. Take that North Pole! Hope the pipes don't freeze again. Spent yesterday filling up the water canisters. Bravado--tempered by preparedness. Hope we get a little more snow cover before the Arctic gets here--for my flowers' sake. Hope that one of these weekends soon, it's warm enough to do some work outside. Got stuff I need to do. Yes, "work"--and walks with Bonnie.
I have made it through the first semester of my resurrection as a teacher. Well, I still have some grades to record on Tuesday when we re-gather at the torture chambers. I don't think I'll ever catch up this year--a week ahead in planning seems like a miracle. If they can endure me for another year, at least I'll be a little more prepared next time. But this class will always be a little special in my memory. The "subjects" of my return from the wilderness. They don't seem too upset to have grandpa for a teacher. I think they know I love them, but I hope they have been challenged intellectually as well. If I haven't made them think, I haven't fulfilled my calling. I hope they feel that my room is a safe place for them to grow spiritually, emotionally, and academically. I certainly feel safe in their presence.
Tomorrow, clean the house. Don't faint sister Chloe. Take a stroll of course. Make sure I am actually ready for the start of a new semester. Finish a book--have to feed my own brain. Yell at Homesteader. Just another normal day in the hidden hollow of Morrow Country. Another "this is the best day of life" experience. May I like Joseph have a sense of His presence so that I can feel as He did that every day the Lord was with Him. He is, of course, whether I feel it or not. But what a tragedy to forget that my Creator, Savior, God of love will be with me all day long. I will never be alone.
I fought the chill with a steamy bowl of beef barley soup and a mug of Earl Grey tea. Followed by a cold Pepsi, of course. Take that North Pole! Hope the pipes don't freeze again. Spent yesterday filling up the water canisters. Bravado--tempered by preparedness. Hope we get a little more snow cover before the Arctic gets here--for my flowers' sake. Hope that one of these weekends soon, it's warm enough to do some work outside. Got stuff I need to do. Yes, "work"--and walks with Bonnie.
I have made it through the first semester of my resurrection as a teacher. Well, I still have some grades to record on Tuesday when we re-gather at the torture chambers. I don't think I'll ever catch up this year--a week ahead in planning seems like a miracle. If they can endure me for another year, at least I'll be a little more prepared next time. But this class will always be a little special in my memory. The "subjects" of my return from the wilderness. They don't seem too upset to have grandpa for a teacher. I think they know I love them, but I hope they have been challenged intellectually as well. If I haven't made them think, I haven't fulfilled my calling. I hope they feel that my room is a safe place for them to grow spiritually, emotionally, and academically. I certainly feel safe in their presence.
Tomorrow, clean the house. Don't faint sister Chloe. Take a stroll of course. Make sure I am actually ready for the start of a new semester. Finish a book--have to feed my own brain. Yell at Homesteader. Just another normal day in the hidden hollow of Morrow Country. Another "this is the best day of life" experience. May I like Joseph have a sense of His presence so that I can feel as He did that every day the Lord was with Him. He is, of course, whether I feel it or not. But what a tragedy to forget that my Creator, Savior, God of love will be with me all day long. I will never be alone.
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