Hot and Bothered

At 78 and recently widowed, Heid's mom seems very set in her ways, and when we visit, adjusting our schedule to match hers can be a challenge. The last time we were in Buffalo, my screen time doubled and it felt like I spent a lot of time sitting around waiting for the group. 

The heat wave that has blanketed the eastern half of the U.S. this week has only complicated that issue. Even this far north, it's been too hot to walk the dogs, play pickleball, visit Niagara Falls, or even sit outside and read. And today? It's raining.

There is always retail therapy, of course, but spending money as entertainment has become less appealing to me over the years. So what's a gal to do? 

Well, how about axe-throwing and mini-bowling? 

Never mind. That fell through.

Blazing

"I've got some audiobook ideas for our road trip," I told Heidi yesterday. "Let me read you the descriptions, and then you can pick." I skimmed through the title details and started to laugh.

"Do you want to hear a blazing novel of startling originality about the fragility and resilience of life in our universe?" I asked. 

"Or a blazing, unforgettable testament to what we owe each other in a changing world?" 

"Or maybe, as blazing and distinctive a performance as I've beheld in a long while... I'm amazed."

"Wow," she answered. "It's so hard to pick!"

Solstice

Last December, the shortest day of the year found us on the road to Buffalo. On that trip, the light turned blue around 4 pm, the sky blazed purple and orange a little while later, and holiday lights twinkled in the darkness the rest of the way. As we unpacked the car, a full strawberry moon rose in the east.

Today, the longest day of the year, found us back on the same road. This time, an early summer heat wave shimmered off the pavement, and the temperatures only dropped to 90 in the mountains, even after a quick thunderstorm. The sun shone golden and hot all the way, and it was still light long after we arrived at 7:30.

Gathering darkness, growing light-- there is so much to love in this world.

School's Out Forever

It was around 1:30 this afternoon when I flicked the three light switches down and closed the door on Room 275, which was, for the first time in 30 years, empty of my personal possessions. 

Of all the keys on the ring that I was about to turn in, my desk key gave me the most pause. That tiny piece of brass had been mine since August 1993, and when I cleaned out the drawers, I removed a few things that had been in there almost as long.

Empty room, empty desk... it really was time for me to go.

#riseandshineforbreakfast

Ever since she turned 55 in November, Heidi has been dying to order off the "55 and Over" menu at Denny's. I get it-- in 11 days, I'm planning to gleefully apply for my lifetime National Parks pass, a perk of making it to 62.

Anyway, Denny's is not a regular on our radar screen, and until yesterday, I had no idea where their nearest location was. But driving down a road we travel very often, my attention was drawn to a nondescript strip mall. "Remember when that was a Chilis?" I asked Heidi, pointing to a storefront. "It's a Denny's now."

Denny's!!! 

And so a plan was hatched. We would go for breakfast the very next day and Heidi would last be able to take advantage of her rightful privilege.

Except... 

It was a rather disappointing experience. Our friend Mary joined us, and the three of us agreed: the atmosphere was as expected; the service was terrible (we waited over 20 minutes for eggs and pancakes), and the food was not that good either. Even the 55 and over menu was limited and not much of a bargain.

There was a silver lining, though. We launched a little breakfast club. The three of us are going to check out all the morning meal options we can between now and August 19. Maybe you saw our first post on Instagram? If not, don't worry-- there will be other installments!

Everything Must Go

I spent the day in my classroom unloading drawers and cabinets full of memories. Along with my digital files (which I'm working on copying since I will lose access to them at midnight on my birthday), these things—these files and papers and artifacts, teaching tools, professional books, and school supplies—represent my life's work. Even so, it was surprisingly easy to appreciate them one more time and then let them go.

"You know it's not too late to change your mind," the assistant principal said as he surveyed the jumble of piles and the half-full dumpster parked outside the door. For a moment, I considered the offer and imagined teaching my class in a much emptier room.

"Thanks," I said. "It is tempting, but I think it's time."

Or at least it will be on Thursday when I finish this gargantuan task!

Full Circle

When I first started teaching, pre-service week was right before Labor Day. I worked furiously to prepare my room and lessons for the new students coming the next Tuesday. I remember thinking that a three-day weekend was wasted on me then because all I wanted was to get the first day over with.

This year, although school for students and teachers ended Friday, today is a holiday for 12-month employees. It is Eid al-Adha, and schools are closed. I have completed my teaching duties, but I still have to clean out my classroom and submit some end-of-the-year paperwork. I'm feeling impatient to finish up, and this three-day weekend has been wasted on me.