Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
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Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Today when I shared my blog with my students, some of them were very eager to share their own dog experiences. Here are some of their stories. Emma: When I take my dog for a walk, I'm not actually the one walking the dog. They're walking me. Makayla: I don't have to walk my dog, she walks herself. Avery: Sometimes I like having my dog hold the leash and I have the strap around my neck. (Don't try this at home!) Galen: My dogs like to sit on my trampoline. I sometimes will bounce Max the older one. The younger one Annie, jumps off the trampoline and squeals. Jarrett: My sister sometimes likes to do the tango with both of my dogs. She has experience with this kind of stuff. Nuala: You don't want to tango with my old dog Asher...he hates kids. rut-ro They are asking me to tell you about the "doggy jail" story. Well, it was a dark,stormy night...the wind was blowing gales...and I was at school. My dog Lucas who hates thunder and lightening...was home alone. This old dog, who can hardly get up the stairs, decided to make a break for it. Crashing through the doggy door, leaping over the fence, and making a run for the road. On the road again...I can't wait to get on the road again. Now, alone, wet, and scared, he made his way to a neighbors house. The neighbor did not recognize our dog and called the dog officer. The dog officer took Lucas to Doggy Jail. DUN...DUN...DUNN With his one phone call...he called me. HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In order to spring him from jail...$5.00 Priceless.
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Monday, March 26, 2012
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Saturday's Post because I will be at camp this weekend.
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Thursday, March 22, 2012
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I love reading other people's posts because some days it sparks an idea, image, or a feeling and I just want to write. So this comes from 10 jobs I don't want to have. I am doing 10 jobs I have had.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
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Sunday, March 18, 2012
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Off to the dog groomers with our newest addition to the family. His name is Lars and he came to us through my friend Susan. Susan passed away a year ago from cancer, she was in her 70's. She had battled lung cancer for about 10 years. Lars was her baby boy poodle, a mini. Sleeping on her bed. Riding in the car. She would cook his favorite meal...green beans and turkey burger. Let's just call him Prince Lars. As Susan was dying, we talked about what would happen to Lars. Susan knew I had a farm with horses and dogs, at that time we had 3 dogs(2 poodles...minis, and a lab, cocker-spaniel mix). One of my last memories of Susan is her laying on the floor in the sun with her arms around Lars. I knew that she knew it would be one of her last times to do this with him. She would soon be in the hospital. I offered to take Lars when Susan died. He fit right in. He was not the only prince anymore, but he still held his own in this new mix of friends. When Lars first arrived he did not seem to understand his name when you called him. He would look back and as if to say "Are you talking to me?" We quickly learned, after a few trips into the woods to retrieve him, that he needed to be on the leash for awhile. He's not a big fan of the groomers either. He usually has to be muzzled for at least part of the procedure. Today the groomer was remarking at what a nice boy he was...and then proceeded to tell me all the things she couldn't do because he wouldn't let her. Oh Lars! But he seems to be happy with us, and our family wouldn't be complete without him.
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Saturday, March 17, 2012
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Friday, March 16, 2012
What would the world be like if we could or would accept and celebrate differences? My class is reading Mockingbird by Kathryn Erskine. We read it last year also and then skyped with the author. It was a wonderful experience both reading the book and skyping. This year we are reading it and having such rich discussions about feelings and the things that the main character Caitlyn is experiencing. We get excited when she is excited and scared when she gets scared. The students are being able to understand the black and white thinking and to see the grays. It is a great story to read and continue to build that community of understanding and acceptance in the classroom. Our next book along the theme of differences and acceptance will be Wonder by R. J. Palacio.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
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Monday, March 12, 2012
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Sunday, March 11, 2012
As we were walking out of our camp today it was beautiful. It was warm, blue sky, and the river flowing past. The snow was packed down so the walking out, about a mile, was pretty easy footing. I first heard the bird, and then gazed up, up, up to see a woodpecker. I stopped and watched for a bit...glad to take the time. A bit further down the road, another bird, not sure what it was, a new call to me. Again I stopped and watched for a bit... On we walked and then as were nearing the end of the walk to the car, I happened to turn to my left and there were three young deer. Very close to the edge of the road foraging...They saw me and looked as if to say, we won't run unless we have cause to. I thought to myself there is no cause to run from me...what a gift to just stand and watch...a moment of being invited in... Taking time.
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Friday, March 9, 2012
My new favorite thing is toast and honey. I have a special country nut bread that I love to toast and then add the honey to the top of the bread. I also put a bit of butter on first. It tastes so good and is such a comfort. I know that it is what I need right now. It is the time of year in the school year that I always start to feel that there is not enough time to get done what I need to get done or had hoped to get done. I try to remind myself of everything I have done and to look at where each kid is... I teach a 3/4 so I have the students for 2 years. It is also the time of year when I think about the students that will be leaving and moving on to 5th grade. There are some that it is time to for them to move on ...and there are others that I would like to have more time with. The community that is built in the classroom is so important. So today I sit with my toast and honey and reflect about time past, time present, and time to come.
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Thursday, March 8, 2012
Today we had an author's tea, really it was an author's juice. The third and fourth graders shared their writing with their parents. Students shared in front of the whole group of parents first and then they shared privately.
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Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
She knew that she could do it. Yet there was a part of her that doubted. So she started climbing. Every Tuesday night her dad would take her to the local Y and she would learn about climbing. Climbing that high wall. Each foot finding a safe place to rest. Each hand reaching higher. Sometimes confidently taking those steps. Sometimes gingerly taking those steps. Sometimes stopping midair and hovering. Hovering and waiting for courage to kick in. There was a bell at the top of the yellow wall that she was climbing. She desperately wanted to ring that bell. She knew that she could do it. She saw her teacher watching her climb. She was 3/4 of the way to the top when suddenly she stopped and said she couldn't do it. Yes you can she heard a voice inside her say. Yes you can. So each step up, each step up, each step up. The bell so close she could hear it ringing before she actually rang it. Oh yes she rang it. She rang it and rang it and rang it. Yes you can.
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Monday, March 5, 2012
I am a plant lover. I did not grow up in house with lots of plants. I am not even sure when it started. I remember that a therapist that I had started going to when I had some major trauma going on in my life had this beautiful huge maiden hair fern. If you don't know a maiden hair fern, let's just say it is delicate. I tried and tried to grow one for awhile and then finally got it to grow, with some help from a friend. In order for it to grow it needs to have moisture around it. It is so beautiful in the light...sun light coming through the windows. I look at it and it reminds me of where I have been and where I am now. I have another plant that someone gave me that is kind of prickly, but it has flowers...red or yellow. The person that gave it to me had given it to me as a cutting and was rooting it. It stayed in water...I'm not kidding, about 3 years. I looked at that cutting, gaining strength, making so many roots that it would be hard to die. I finally put it in soil last year and another accomplishment...It is growing and has red flowers pretty much all the time. I look at it and think sometimes it takes awhile to make a change, after things have stayed the same for a long time. It may be fear that holds me back. I just love seeing the growth, new growth. I also love knowing that there are lots of possibilities in the plants as they grow and as they rest.
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Sunday, March 4, 2012
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Saturday, March 3, 2012
I remember my first car. Somethings about it I will never forget. It was an English Ford Cortina. It was white. It was my first car. I was 17 years old. I could afford it. My father found the car for me. The first child of 7 drivers...he was probably thinking this could get expensive. It had been owned by a couple that kept it in their garage. They only wanted $75 for it. My father said there was something I should know about it...before I got too excited. It had been in a fire. He then proceeded to tell me that the owners had kept a blanket on top of the engine(not sure why) and they had started it up and the blanket caught fire and they drove through the garage. (I am not kidding about this...this is how I remember the story being told). So my new to me car was white...it just had primer black paint on the hood that had needed work after the fire and the crashing through the garage. I can tell you that I was just so excited that I had a car that I could overlook the cosmetics. I remember that I loved that car. I loved that car even when it wouldn't start in the winter and my father would push it back, back, back to the far back part of the driveway. Usually saying something about it staying there till spring. I remember that I would come home from college and quietly go to the car and get it to start and convince my father that it too could have a front spot in the driveway. I have had other cars through the years, but I will always remember my first not all white car and the journeys it took me on.
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Friday, March 2, 2012
My daughter is 20...how can that be?
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Thursday, March 1, 2012
http://twowritingteachers.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/sols_5-colors_w1.jpg Today I sit looking out at the swirling snow. A snow day. I am an elementary school teacher so the words "snow day" still mean something to me. It means a non-hurried, take your time kind of day. It means "who could I have breakfast with this morning?". We have the woodstove loaded and my 4 dogs are laying around. Here truly is a slice of life in Maine.