It finally happened! I got a cookie jar! I’ve been waiting very, very patiently (I promise!) to get a cookie jar that I really, really wanted. I’ve seen foxes, owls, I wish I’d seen a robot, and none of them seemed quite right. Today, I found it. A honeybee cookie jar. It reminds me of Winnie-the-Pooh. Dear old Winnie’s always getting into something he shouldn’t, namely the hunny pot. Isn’t a cookie jar the same thing, essentially?
It is officially the end of the school year — thank goodness! This has been a tough year and I am DONE with it.
At our school, the last five days are “Project Week,” where teachers run a project they are passionate about and work with a bunch of different kids than they might regularly see. The first year I worked with two other teachers and we did a Star Wars project. The second year, the three of us did one about The Lord of the Rings. Last year, another teacher and I did “Life Skills”. This year, I wasn’t really on top of working with other people, so I ended up being on my own. Since I was on my own, I did my own thing: Medieval Times! We have learned about Old English, built castles, whacked each other with swords made out of pool noodles, and watched Merlin to our hearts’ content.
Oh, brownies are the best. I love brownies. Who doesn’t? Weirdos. But with that said, I’ve had a lot of trouble with my brownies up here at high altitude. The process always seems too long, my brownies always seem overdone, and it just doesn’t seem worth it.
This is it, guys. I’ve found it: the perfect brownie recipe. Thank you, King Arthur Flour Baker’s Companion.
It’s been a hard few weeks. I took on an extra class back at the end of January, and it’s the heaviest load I’ve ever had. I won’t get into the nitty-gritty of it, but I’ve been vacillating between caring a lot and not caring at all. Not about the kids — I care about them 110% of the time — or even putting together the lessons (at least two of my classes are kind of on auto-pilot because I’ve done them both before) but doing the busywork that comes along with them. The sadder part of not wanting to do the busywork is that it makes other areas of your life match the vacillation. When I don’t want to do busywork, I don’t want to do anything else. I feel like a lazy bum. Which I am. To top it off, my weight has been doing fun things. I’ve been slowly creeping up. Right now I’m pretending that it’s muscle because I’ve been trying really hard in my exercise classes. I’m also adding some more exercise to my regular routine (softball season is coming back, what what!). But there’s nothing vegetables can’t help.
But, I also want comfort food. I am sad and worn down and kicking and kicking and kicking and not getting any closer to shore. But I can’t let this year get me down. It’s almost over, for heaven’s sake! Our last day of school isn’t even in June this year!
Solution: Mexican comfort food.
It’s Sunday again, which means it’s time for projects. One of my best friends is moving away from my high-altitude little mountain town, so this means once a weekend we get together to spend precious time together before she skedaddles. This means that one day of the weekend turns into social day and the other becomes project day.
Saturday was social day. In the morning, I took a hike by myself, then spent the afternoon with my soon-to-be-too-many-states-away friend, then had two more friends over to watch Interstellar and then Moone Boy, because Interstellar is way too emotional to not follow up with a happy-go-lucky comedic television series about a young idiot boy in 1989 Ireland and his imaginary friend.