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The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon
I hope everyone has a Great Thanksgiving, we are thinking of you!
We decided to skip that aisle, nothing that WE need there. However, if you can keep a secret…. next time I am there without J I will have to pick one or two up for myself.
The GS community service event (Friday night) was very successful. We made 45 fleece scarves and put together 14 Beanie Boxes (boxes of personal hygiene items); these will go to one of the shelters. We collected and wrapped 800 serving of plastic ware. I could not believe that Beans Café, the homeless shelter here in
IT SNOWED…its pretty!!!
We woke up Saturday to this beautiful snow, J and I cleaned the house and caught up chores. The kids had the neighbors over; I could tell J was trying to get his chores done so that when the kids asked to go sledding he could go with them. Soon the kids migrated outside to make snowmen, and J was done with his chores. When I saw him next, he was waiting, with all of his snow gear on, just waiting for the kids to come home and get him to go sledding. They never came, poor guy.
This was the first weekend, in a long time, that we did not have guests. NO little girl slumber parties, not one birthday party to attend (cause I didn’t tell K about it), and everyone was home. It was great just to stay home with them.
T brought home straight A’s. I was told that she adds a lot of insight to class discussions. The gifted program that she is in grades differently, T scored “practitioner” in most areas. There was one area she was an “apprentice”, in productivity, I think. Novice is the lowest score, then Apprentice, Practitioner, and then Master is the highest. I am not sure why A and B’s will not work, but then again I ain’t got no learnin’. She got an S in band with an 0 in effort. The band teacher bought T a harness to help hold the sax up, and the OT has been evaluating the situation. T can play songs now, I think this instrument thing, just might work out.
D is doing better then ever, A’s, B’s, and one C (she took after me in spelling). This teacher has sparked the reading bug. D is always on top of her homework and is always helping K out. The “girl” thing is starting to surface at school; it is amazing how boys can turn your friends into monsters. She was accepted into the art club and as a technology helper, both things she had to apply for. She will be taking care of the computer in the computer lab and all of the school laptops. I only hear complements from her writing teacher, she loves to write but you cannot make her read.
K is also doing wonderful, 0’s and S+’s for her. The teacher would like to see her put more effort in, she tends to do the minimal amount to get the grade. I think she needs to be done first to prove she is the smartest. She is always helping the other kids in the class. K spends a lot of time with one little boy, he is severally disabled, but K treats him like everyone else. She is passing 4th grade benchmarks, they do not want to go further in fear that she may get discouraged. We got the paper work to sign for IGNITE. This means in the next few months she will meet with the school head doctor and be giving an IQ test. If she gets adequate scores, she will be enrolled in the gifted program. This is creating household turmoil…between the girls, but we will work through it.
They all need to work on their handwriting and I am having trouble believing this….but my girls cannot read cursive. D is in 4th grade and cursive is, just now, being introduced. I am now in the process of collecting worksheets.
So… this week is full of field trips for T …Today she goes to the dump and the water treatment plant. Yes the dump, she gets to sit on a smelly bus and take a driving tour of THE DUMP. Oh yes, they also get to eat their lunch during this time…YUM YUM. I almost had to go… but D is sick, so now I just have meet the her bus with the wheelchair for the water treatment part of the fieldtrip. I am now a wheelchair chaperone!!!
She has another fieldtrip Wed. to the pool. T asked me to go on this one because for once in her 9 years of school trips to the pool, she wants to swim. This means I get to wear a swimsuit in front of the entire 6th grade …the students, staff, and chaperones, and I will be the only adult swimming. It’s a lot different at the beach or H2O where you don’t know anyone…and that summer tan ….all gone!!!
I am confused...32.5 years old and still look towards the elders in my life for answers, an to set examples... what do I when their life is upside down? With all my heart I want to sweep in and fix it all, but its their marriage, their finances, their children...and their problems to work through. They have been here before, I am sure, and hopefully they will have the strength pull it together again. I am praying!!!!
I so want to catch a sister in law in a long dark ally --- or maybe a kidnap a brother so he can see again, with her he is blind.
I will always be there if or when I am needed...as always.
Well….content….what to place here….no thoughts…the pressure....I’ll grunt real hard….
I am in the process of SOLELY pre-cutting 300 paper plate turkeys for a Girl Scout community service project. At the last planning meeting, a co-planner stated, “Do you think 300 is enough? Maybe I should pick YOU up another 300 plates.” THANKS LADY
Homeless
The clothes
The shopping cart
How lucky I am with these clothes, this car,
this roof.
Dark, dim, stormy day,
Black, blue, cold, and gray
Sadness and sorrow washed away,
Pat-pat, Pit-pat, Roar.
Focus on him,
He still manages a grin.
Fresh mud in matted hair,
My mind says to leave as the smell of alcohol
crosses my nose.
My heart says help him though I’m forced into my car, with
mind ahead of heart.
Sad heart wrenching,
I start to cry and pull out with tears in my eyes.
Pit-pat, Pit-pat, Roar.
Poem by TM 2004