The Ides of May

I did not want to go.

But the deadline in our community garden to clean out your plot and plant something is May 15, and ours has been untouched since last fall. It's been a busy spring, and the calendar promises to stay full, so today was a window of opportunity I could not ignore. The only hitch was that the contractor bags I bought for the chore are in the back of my car, which is in the shop. We had four on hand, though, and I took those, knowing that when they were full it would be my cue to head home.

The minute I stepped out into the sunshine in my garden togs, tie-dye shirt, faded hat, and dirty sneakers, my attitude flipped 180 degrees. The day was glorious: sunny and cool, perfect for outdoor labor. Once up at the garden, I found the soil dry and the weeds quite yielding. My bags were full in a couple of hours, and I might have stayed longer if I could. My glutes will thank me for the moderation, though; they are already a little sore from bending and squatting.

I think I can steal some time a few afternoons this week to finish the clearing, and maybe even repair and top off the soil in some of the raised beds. I already have four tomatoes and a pepper to be planted, too, so take that, May 15!

Temporary Inconvenience

We have a handyman coming on Monday to replace the original fluorescent fixtures in the kitchen with recessed lights.  The job will require drywalling and painting the ceiling, so in preparation, we've packed the counters and pot racks. It's a lot of stuff! But, considering the cabinets and drawers are still full? I made bread and biscuits earlier in the day, and cooked dinner tonight. 

It was a little like fending in a sparsely provisioned rental kitchen. I think we'll make it until the job is done on Wednesday.

Back to the Grind

I remember this.

I didn't have to go to school today for my temporary job, so I...

• got my stitches out
• joined a call with another coach
• took the car to have that rattle looked at
• went grocery shopping
• bought packing boxes for the kitchen light project that starts Monday
• walked the dog
• had acupuncture

ALL that productivity crammed into a single day? Makes full retirement look pretty good.

Empty Pockets

"Do you have a poem in your pocket?" my friend Kerry asked me last Thursday. We were in the middle of administering a schoolwide math assessment, but there was a temporary lull in the action. 

"No," I shook my head, confused. 

"I have mine!" she waved a copy of Byron's famous poem, "She Walks in Beauty."

"But isn't it next Thursday?" I said.

Her face fell. "What? No way! I was thinking I finally got one over on you!" she sputtered as she searched the date for this year. "Dang it! You're right again!"

"I just happened to look it up yesterday," I laughed apologetically, "because I've been doing the poetry challenge in the Times."

She shook her head in mock disappointment.

"Next week!" I said cheerfully as we returned to our task.

"Do you have your poem in your pocket?" my friend Mary asked today.

"No!" I answered, aggravated with myself. "I totally forgot!" I sighed. "I guess I'd better fess up to Kerry!"

Old Habits

As I left school this afternoon, the late buses were gone, and my steps echoed in the empty stairwell down to the garage, where my good ol' Subaru was the last car left. I was weary, my eyes were bleary from looking at screens all day, and the job was not done.

What a familiar feeling!

At least I'll be off on Friday.

Nowhere to Hide

"What is it like being part of the brain?" a teacher asked me today as he was returning his testing supplies. "You're like a neuron or something now," he laughed, referring to my temporary position as co-testing coordinator.

"It is definitely a different perspective on the whole testing situation," I agreed. Then, gesturing around me, added, "We actually call this the command center."

He looked at the cinderblock walls of the basement office we were working from. "It definitely has a bunker vibe," he noted. "You'll be safe from any testing attacks down here."

I thought about the glitches and outages we had already faced, with the state assessments yet to come. "I wouldn't count on that," I sighed.

Use What You Have

"What happened to your arm?" a student asked me with a salty chin nod as I escorted him to the bathroom this morning. He'd been acting up in the makeup test session, so he required extra supervision.

"You mean this?" I pointed to the big bandage covering my forearm. "I had a thing there, and it needed to come out."

His eyes widened. "Yeah," I confirmed. "They cut a three-inch slice into my arm, and then they had to grab it with pliers and pull on it really hard to get it out. I have like ten stitches in there now, so it needs to stay covered."

His eyebrows were raised to his hairline. "Did it hurt?" he asked.

"No," I answered. "But only because they gave me four big shots of numbing. Even then, I could feel them digging around and yanking on it because it was so hard to get out." 

He looked a little pale.

"I know, right?" I said, nodding. "Hey, thanks for asking."

He didn't give us any more trouble after that.