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Not As Many Days As I Thought Would Pass Feb 2017

 

Just a couple since the last time. For a short week it’s been a long week if you know what I mean. We had Monday off for teacher conferences whittling it down to four days for kids, not for parents unless you could take the day. Originally there was a threat of freezing drizzle that never happened. I’d commented to a parent picking up his child about it’d be nice if we cold know ahead of time so things could be closed – really more of a joke about weather being a little more cooperative possibly convenient with a concern for safety but it backfired – he barked on about the ice, and what are we supposed to do if we have to work, can’t just take days off like you people can, waa, waa, waa. ‘Whoa dude, I work at a daycare. Exactly how much do you think I make that I can just take days off… I mean, ok, we’d get paid for it but still… ouch’ but I can’t say those kind of things to a parent. I zip my lip and remain respectful, listen attentively, and wish them all a good evening, which doesn’t change the fact I was a parent once and had to go through it. Somehow it all worked out, we survived it and sometimes I didn’t get paid because I didn’t have time left. Ice is treacherous. Best not to get out in it at all in any case and I’m not afraid of inclement weather. I’m from the east, a New Yorker by birth and used to blizzards, power going off and my parents going on about how they should get a generator for when these things happen but at least there was a gas stove upstairs so we could cook, schools closed for days at a time, busses having chains on their wheels to help with traction, but ice always trumped it all. No one ever stood or stands a chance unless you’re James Bond with a car that can skate. That’d work.

 

Right now I’m digging the sounds of my dryer in the background. I can’t tell you how cool it is to be able to wash my clothes at home, scared to death of the next utility bill, but digging the sounds nonetheless. It’s the little things…

 

Tried Borsch for the first time. We’ve a little Polish place in town that makes an acceptable espresso though Friday I walked on the wild side and went soup, very good, very healthy and a nice change. Speaking of espresso might just go for a cappuccino this morning.

 

As always digging the peace of just before dawn, yeah I had to set the font again. One of these days it’s going to set itself and I won’t have to. It’s like saving sign-in information. A little box always pops up asking me if I want the laptop to remember, I say yes, and the next time I log in we go through it all again. So far a couple of my sites have retained the information. It took several times, it finally happened. We’re getting there.

 

 

 

 

 

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I’m a self-published author of two books, a blogger, grandma, mom, auntie and friend... I’m also a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies, other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

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