Spring arrives at something like 8:36 a.m. tomorrow. It's not any too soon for me! It was a beautiful day today, sunny, with a nip in the air. I had to drive to the north, so I didn't get home early enough to get out in the sunshine. Besides, the sidewalks are a combination of ice and slop. I'm so afraid I'll slip and fall that I avoid such conditions.
It was another tough day. I arrived at 7 a.m. to find that the site manager had left some letters for me to write. My desk was covered with the debris from last Friday, and there were messages on my phone that needed immediate attention. Of course none of the people who left those messages get into their offices that early, so I had to remember to call a couple hours later.
A young father came in to tell me that he and his wife are separated. I had worked with this family when I taught the parent class two years ago. They have many problems, but they also have 4 children, with another on the way. The young mom is 21, he is 22. Go ahead, do the math.
Later, one of the trainees came in to have me help her with her written statements required for the CDA credential. She is applying for a bi-lingual assessment, which is a lot more work. I helped her understand the English tenses, taught her how to remember "their" and "there", and discussed sentence construction. When I help the trainees, I try not to disturb their own voice, but there are some grammar mistakes that take away from the content. For this gal, her Spanish syntax is charming, but in the written form doesn't add to a professional picture. She is so bright and such a natural with children, I want her to have the best chance she can to earn the credential she deserves.
There were many interruptions, of course, and many things that had to be done "right now" that weren't on my to do list this morning. After lunch, I drove north to help the site manager there straighten out a sticky situation with a teacher. When I finally got home, I crashed. Now I have to arouse myself to do the Dreaded Dishes. Why do I hate dishes so? I've been doing them since I was 9. Do you suppose that has anything to do with it?
Growing up, I had to heat the water for dishes. That prolonged the unpleasant task, as you never could get through all the dishes with one dishpan full. It was my every-other-night job until mom died; then it was every night. The good dish detergents we have now were not available then, and dish water got cold and greasy very quickly. UGH!
So I shouldn't complain about doing dishes with hot running water and detergents that stay sudsy until the end, and pots and pans that have non-stick coating! But I hate it anyway.
Inspite of dirty dishes, Life is Good. Thanks be to God. Amen
6:49 PM
I'm typing by the light of my grow light. The sky isn't quite completely dark, and the bare branches of the old lilac outside my window are silhouetted against the blue gray. In two weeks the clocks change; it will be dark in the morning again, but light later in the evening.
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