I guess I have to dye my hair and lose weight or SOMETHING. We had our school field trip to Conner Prairie today, which included a quarter mile hike on some rugged terrain--particularly one large hill. I huffed and puffed to the top...and one of the students in my group told another teacher to tell me that "Ms. McNary did a pretty good job of keeping up with us." Just after that, another couple of students announced to me that they were going to stay back with me...like I needed a chaperone. In the afternoon, I went to the grocery store, and the bagger put my meager purchases on HIS cart to help me out with them. Excuse me??? Perhaps I am looking my age...or acting it? Just how old do I look? On the field trip (since the students and I were acting as fugitive slaves on the Underground Railroad), one of our taunters called me "Mammy" and another of the living history people asked me if I'd like to sit on a bench instead of the floor. (I was actually grateful for the latter. I could have sat on the floor, but getting back up again wouldn't have been graceful!) I guess I either have to find a way to accept that I am getting old--or find a way to fight it. I AM beginning to order from the senior menu at restaurants...
When we were boarding the buses for the field trip this morning, I told my students that I had over-hairsprayed my "do" today so my hair wouldn't move. Then we were out in the rain and I had to put my poncho on, complete with hood. Well! The "do" done did! My hair spray failed and my locks turned curly, as expected. When we got back to school, one of them asked me if my hair had moved. Well, duh! Another, unknowing about curly hair, asked if I had my hair "done". I think he thought I had had a perm. I said, no...that I had just been out in the rain... I'm not sure he understood. He said, "It looks nice." I will thank him tomorrow. Why? Because it DIDN'T look "nice". He was being polite...and that is rare with eighth graders!
The experience at Conner Prairie was worth the trip. It was well-researched and well-performed. I'm not sure how much the kids got from it (because they were role-playing), but I am absolutely sure that they won't forget it.
Yesterday, there was a knock on the door along about 4:30 or 5:00. It was friend Ryan with plumbing supplies. In just a few minutes, he replaced the faucet on the bathtub because Meg had complained that there was no water pressure in the shower. The bulk of the water was cascading into the tub from the faucet instead of coming out of the shower head. Had I known that the only thing one had to do was unscrew the faucet, I could have fixed it myself...but as Ryan pointed out...then he wouldn't have had an excuse to come over. The new faucet works wonderfully and even sounds different. Thank you, Ryan!
Little Ryan (my grandson) cried through the night on Monday with an earache. He then threw up all over the couch and loveseat before it was time to go to the babysitter's on Monday morning. Thankfully, his other grandparents (known now as Grandma and Grandpa Phil) could take him for the day. After the first day, with a fever of 102, Meg took him to the doctor for meds. He went back to the grandparents' today. Getting better! There is nothing quite so sad as a sick little one...and nothing quite so gross as cleaning up vomit from environmental surfaces!
A few days ago, my neighbor across the street and I were talking about the thorny flowering shrub at the corner of my yard. He was telling me how to handle it. I was telling him that I just wanted it gone. Two days later, I got an IM from Meg at school saying that I owe Fred $6. Huh? What for? It seems that Good Neighbor Fred came over and whacked the daylights out of the thorny shrub and carted the remains to the thorny shrub disposal place, to the tune of $6. Guess what? It is the best $6 I have spent in my lifetime! Fred's scratches will heal soon, I hope...
Time for bed. I survived!
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