Today we drop eggs. It seems wasteful, even anathema, to drop eggs, but the kids do learn some important stuff. Like slow it the fuck down. Make sure it’s padded. Don’t make it fucking heavy. Today they will learn that their designs will bounce…and that’s a bad thing. They also (probably more importantly) learned to research design issues and work together to create a design on a time crunch. And that if they don’t do any work, they get no choices as to who they’ll be working with…they’ll be stuck with the other kids who didn’t do any work and if they want to participate, they’ll have to start working. Also pretty important. Some of the most important stuff kids learn in school, honestly…the stuff nonteachers probably don’t even think about. For me, I’ve been shaky for two days, but improving…part of it is that food is not something I want to eat right now. My body is still undecided about the necessity of food and lets me know that it’s problematic on a regular basis. But it is getting better. I’m keeping it pretty bland. Which is boring. But I don’t wanna eat anyway, so it works. I do need more energy today to manage this drop. I’ve been doing a lot of sitting, not walking…although yesterday was better. I hit my steps yesterday even though I sat a lot. We’ll see. I’d like to go to ceramics today, but that’s probably overreaching things. Maybe tomorrow, when I don’t have to put out a bunch of energy just to get through the day. Might be better.
I have no photos between the crash and about 48 hours later. This is Monday night, before the food poisoning hit…I finished cutting everything out.
And then nothing for two days. Last night, I came into the office and set up the ironing board again, put away all the stuff for the cat, and got everything ready to iron tonight.
It won’t take long. It’s not big. It’s not complicated. The next big one is rolling around in my head, not solid enough to come into existence yet. It will. Soon. So ironing tonight I hope.
I’m still working on the Quilt National post…it has most of the photos, but missing lots of writing. I’ll get there.
This is what coming back to school after being gone for three days is like.
She cleaned it up, but not before everyone started yelling about inertia. I’m not sure HOW it’s inertia? It was a balance thing. I guess once it was off balance, it was inertia, until the table stopped it. I’m actually highly amused they used science to try to explain it. You’re not sure you have an effect, and you do. Strangely.
My daughter got me a clay stamp with my initials in an eye…very cool.
I haven’t been able to go in and try it yet, but it looks awesome. Way easier than my chicken scratch current version.
Simba was very cranky the other night. I get it dude. I’m with you.
This was a good book…just finished, by A.G. Slattery.
And too real. Especially now. Some ideas from this book are percolating for the next drawing.
OK. Need to go in and get ready for this onslaught of egginess. And energy. I usually have a lot of energy for this…not so much today. I did finally manage some grading yesterday (I did a ton up until Monday night) and some planning. Sex ed starts next week and the packets are here but there are chaotically incorrect amounts of them. All the things are happening at once…we run out of days and everything has to be done, whether you like it or you’re ready or not. Pros and cons to all of that. I think I’ll be OK with some more rest and some more food. I’ll manage to get everything done or throw it out. There’s two packets with some throwaway possibilities. Yeah. We get by, teachers. We don’t have a choice. So many unqualified and inexperienced people telling us how to do a job we’re quite good at when left to do it. OK. Eggs. Eggy Weggys.
Kathy Nida 