Some Things on My Mind...

      In days gone by I kept scrapbooks of photos, articles, clippings, and odd bits of information that I wanted to keep for review. The scraps yellowed, the pages wrinkled, and the ink faded. Some of the books got tossed when I moved from place to place and had to cull my belongings. I bemoan the loss of those clues to my way of thinking about the world.

     Today Pinterest fills this hoarding of interests. I've created boards - each a topic of interest to me. I collect photos, posters, pictures from around the web and pictures of my own items. I collect teapots and I make quilts. The designs and colors and patterns fascinate me. I've posted some of my own.

     I dream of returning to France and Paris. Places like the Chantilly Palace are included on my France board. Paris has endless sites and scenes that bring back memories.

    Old carved or ornate doors amaze me with their detail, rich colors, and embellishments. I've repinned those I especially like and admire. Unfortunately, the modern design of homes in my area do not provide photo ops that can compare.

     My modern day scrapbook is a work in progress.

 

A Walk Around the Neighborhood

Sunshine.
Temps in the 70s.
Mild northerly breeze.
This weather adds up to perfect summer days in North Dakota. I can count on one hand the number of times this happens in a season.
A perfect day calls for enjoying the outdoors.
Biking.
Baseball.
Gardening.
Hopscotch. (Colored chalk on the sidewalk marks the game.)
Lazing on the grass in the park.
Attending the fair.
Flying a kite.

I toured the neighborhood feasting my eyes on the plants with lush foliage and intense colors.

Subbing

The call came in November. Would I consider a semester substitute teaching job in the Library Media Center at my former school? The regular librarian needed the time off for health reasons. After serious consideration, weighing my retirement activities and freedom versus going back to school and a schedule, I said, “Yes.”

The first day both aides were missing in action. I struggled to remember how to access the library management computer program. The first classes of second graders happily checked out books and listened to the story I read. I found much remained the same in the media center, and I survived the day. The difference lay in new titles and relocation of  Biography and Picture Books in the library. I watched the clock  tick off the minutes of each class.

My brain reconnected synapses long unused, dinosaurs 567.9; folklore, 398.2,

and world records, 032. I learned the latest reading fads: English Roses and Wimpy Kid, and paranormal. I coped with the newest technology, the iTouch.

An illustrator enthralled the kids with her work of drawing pictures for storybooks. One of the books featured origami, and she led the kids in paper folding a frog.

Two classes viewed The Dot, about being inspired to draw and then created their own drawing.

Sixth graders rose to the challenge of writing a web page about an interest of theirs. After evaluating web pages and learning the features of the assignment, they focused their energy and completed the project.

From story reading, to library etiquette, to using the Dewey Decimal System, to writing lesson plans, I hopped right back into the career I had retired from. This week students are learning that the regular person is not returning. One even asked me if I would be back. Nice to be asked, but the answer is, “No.”

And now I’ve come to the last few days in this realm of students and books and magazines and electronic devices.

Has the time been enjoyable? Yes

Am I ready for the semester to end? Yes

Now it's the end of May and the last days of school. I will slip back into the retirement world of not living by the clock more easily than I left it.

In the Chill of Winter

It's snowing! It's blowing!
Since Christmas snow flurries have filled the air, skittered across the roads and streets, and, helped by the wind, formed drifts.
In the midst of this winter weather, we carry on with:
school,
church,
grocery shopping,
meeting friends,
and work.


For two weeks, I've been back to the job I retired from: school librarian. I'm walking to the drum beat of familiar routines, renewing acquaintances with those I knew in the past and meeting new students and new faculty members. The library OPAC operates in the same fashion, but the data resides online rather than in a local server.


Today, while the flurries fell and the wind blew, I worked at home instead of being required to attend staff development. I prepared for an English class beginning research, preparing the list of resources in, what I hope will be, an attention getting, motivating handout.


My mind resumes its teaching mode.

Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

How lovely are your branches.
A tree of any size, real or not, when decorated presents a beautiful sight.

Angels,
hearts,
golden globes,
and candy canes
show the colors of Christmas.

Presents tied up in bows wait for family and friends. I hope they will be delighted with my choices for them.

We await, too, the arrival of the Christ Child to bring light and love to the darkened world. How lovely is the Holy Family with its promise of peace and good will. Our earthly family gathers to celebrate the baby's coming and to share togetherness.

     The Joys 
         of the Season 
              be with You.

Beauty of Hoarfrost

Hoarfrost created early this week has lasted for days painting our landscape with white beauty. Railings, limbs and bushes wear a lacy coat. The patterns are intricate and beautiful.

Christmas Shopping

         Today the sun shone brightly enticing me to leave my condo with lists in hand. The sticky note pieces bore a name and items to find for that individual. I pasted them to one of those thick coupon cards that come in the newspaper inserts. Because it was Monday and early, the traffic flowed nicely, drivers minded their manners. Parking lots had open spaces close to store entrances, always a helpful circumstance.
         In the mall, shoppers sauntered the corridors wending their way from store to store lugging parcels. I took my shopping bag to the car and returned. Traversing the aisles of merchandise made easier without a bunch of parcels. Decorations of red and green, music, and bright displays added a holiday mood to my search for the perfect gifts for family members. The lady ahead of me in the checkout line handed me a discount coupon from her stash! What a honey.
         I returned home with tired feet to sort my items and reorganize my lists. I made a start, a good start on the gift list. I stocked the cupboard with ingredients for fruit cake which will get made this week. While I stir the mixture, I will remember my mother. Fruit cake was one of her favorite things at Christmas. Memories of her will waft on the aroma coming from the oven as it bakes.