Archive for January, 2011

January 27, 2011

Snow

This is my world right now, snow for the second day in a row.
Yesterday I did the snowblowing, today my husband did it. We have different snowblowing techniques. I must admit I do my technique intuitively, up and down, and maybe I switch my ups with my downs. Perhaps in my dreamy state I don’t pay attention and find myself in reverse being shoved against a snow berm. Or maybe when going down hill, I am dragged by the machine instead of being in control. But all in all the driveway gets cleared. Yesterday while snowblowing I noticed him in the window of the livingroom gesturing wildly. Obviously I am a snowblowing anarchist. The last time I did the snowblowing, he almost had a heart attack watching me, so when I got in, he had drawn a map of the obvious way I should snowblow. My sister suggested at the time that I send the map to the Jets for the playoff game. So yesterday, he was not amused that I did not follow the map. When I finished he said “you were painful to watch” to which I added “so were you”. So today, he took over the reigns, and off he went in his little rows, diligently following the map, down one way, blowing the snow to the left, up the other way, blowing the snow to the right, then into tighter concentric circles as you get to the carport area. I was on clean up duty, picking up the scraps, tidying up. Fine with me.

Going back to where I worked

January 14, 2011

As most of you know I just retired in July. I have been back to work (school) a couple of times, and am costuming their spring musical, Cabaret. You know what is amazing? I don’t miss it at all. Everyone there wants to know if I miss “it” or “them”. I tell them all that I definitely don’t miss “it”, and I don’t miss “them” because I keep in touch with “them”, and will because they are my friends, regardless of “it”. I taught for close to 35 years. Loved every minute, and gave it 110%. I was dedicated to not only my students but their parents and community. I worked harder than most (one of the reasons that Governor Christie’s attacks against teachers rubs me the wrong way), and volunteered my time to help the students and the school “family”. That said, since I was in the “moment”, when I left, I felt that I could give 110% to my retirement in the same way while being in the retirement “moment”. I don’t live in the past ever, most probably because my brain isn’t big enough to categorize the experiences in that way. Regret and guilt, are wasted sentiments IMHO. Sweet memories are extended by embracing the people involved as friends. Case in point: When I left two of my former students were my colleagues, one was my supervisor. We still communicate and see each other, but in the present tense. I never treated them as “past students” but as colleagues and contemporaries. We shared a past, present and future. Sweet memories indeed!
Now working as a costumer for the show, I have enlisted one of my students who is in college to give her the full costuming experience. Yet, I can do this when I want, at my own pace, without the confinement of bells, clocks, and restrictions. The best way I can describe my retirement experience to young teachers is this: You know how you look forward to a “snow day”? Well it’s a snow day everyday for me.

January 3, 2011

Woof

Nook Color

January 1, 2011

Santa wanted to buy me an e-reader for Christmas. I decided on the NookColor. This is a love letter to the electronic device. I love to read, an am usually reading two or three books at once. However, I never am able to finish any of them. Why? I get distracted easily, I am doing many things at once, I can’t find where I left the book, I have down time but not the book, you name it….Well, since I have the attention span of a gnat, the Nook Color satisfies all of my “attentions”. First of all, I can “buy” books, magazines and newspapers, and have them all at my fingertips, and conveniently located in my purse. Should I only want to read something light hearted, I can take my Nook and read Reader’s Digest, and feel optimistic about life as I read “Humor in Uniform”, or I can tap on the Nook and change over to Family Circle magazine and drool over the sticky cinnamon buns, then I can go back to reading Theodore Dreiser’s Sister Carrie. (I couldn’t believe that I could buy 50 classic books for $8.00!) I have done more “buckshot” reading in the last few days than in all of the previous months combined. I am in pig heaven. Oh, and if I want to know if anyone has sent me an email, I can check that too! I thought I wouldn’t be an e-reader owner, that I would be someone who would miss holding “the book”. Trust me, I still have stacks of “books” to read, as I do collect the written word as well. I am drawn to books whether real or virtual.