Wednesday, May 24, 2017

cracking up ourselves


Was sitting next to the singer who had the Hairspray line "I am now a checkerboard chick" during an interminable athletic awards dinner~so, we amused ourselves by playing chocolate checkers.  We also think it would be amusing to do an arts/music awards dinner in the same vein:  "Chloe lifted her team spirit by her improved brushstrokes and inspired purples throughout the spring season."

23 days until storage begins and all that's left to pack are a few dishes and clothes.  


Monday, May 22, 2017

Sunday, May 21, 2017

the long farewell has begun


At least I won't have to drive~actually, the driving bit wasn't too bad, it was the backing it into the parking slot~these ever again.  It is also my last weekend on-duty!!!!!  (Other than grad weekend, when it's all hands on deck.)


The ESL girls declared that there was going to be a farewell beach picnic and they practiced speeches to say to the teachers that they invited.


One of the best perks of teaching international students~besides just them~is that I have standing invitations to homes all around the world now.   Janet (on the left) was one of my advisees, a voice student and one of the leads in the musical.  She will be rooming with Mackenzie (in the middle) whom she met during the play.  Mary used to drop by the music room to see what she could learn about singing in her spare time.


Speeches with many vocab words used!!



Handmade card and a gorgeous silk handbag.


Since I made them paintings all year of their birth symbol for birthday gifts, they returned the favor with a good luck painting for me.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Look, life is like this


Not sure why packing triggers the desire to whip up some complicated recipes, but there have been moves where I'm making mayonnaise or souffles~probably some justification that I need to use up eggs.  But stacks of cardboard always finds me in the kitchen avoiding actual packing.  How fortunate that my Joy of Cooking students demanded that we have one final gathering before summer begins. We'll be torching these brulees tomorrow night~why not see if we can get the fire alarms to go off for THREE weekends in a row?!

This poem has been sitting in my inbox for a few weeks~the middle bit echoes what this blog is about~to have me pay attention to the little moments of my days.



No Ansel Adams
but the snapshots we captured
through the open car window
on our eight megapixel cell phones
on the side of the road off an exit ramp
as truck taillights streaked eastbound
opposite the earth’s rotation
in startling calm that evening
a mere dot-glow above dun fields
Look, life is like this, filled
with moments of meaning
paid attention to or not
but we tried we lingered
and sure enough it is here
looming in memory-mind
the fat orange ball above horizon
inching up into blank navy air
the full moon in early spring
we drove toward in silence

"Moonrise, Aurora, Nebraska" by Twyla M. Hansen from Rock. Tree. Bird. © The Backwaters Press, 2017. 


Bossy little boxes exerting a little bit of pressure on this move.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

bits of beauty


The sun seems to have shifted suddenly in the past couple of weeks~it now comes in my bedroom window in the afternoon~caught this little sparkle from the Hairspray prop.


Love hydrangeas~these showed up for Parents' Weekend and are still going strong on the front steps of the main building.


There's student art work all over campus~was admiring this new one while waiting for a meeting.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

I want a damned medal


And a sash and tiara.  Just did an official counting of my addresses and I've moved.....forty-nine (49!!!) times in my life.  That's more moves than I am years old.  While I'm sure it has helped me be flexible and adaptable to new cultures/regions, and certainly culled my worldly goods~I'm done.  I'd like to explore putting down roots and having some continuity in my life.

Done whining and back to the gratitude bits of this blog.  The weather is breezily sunny and the students have shifted into that bittersweet phase of eagerness of saying good-bye and moving forward and yet, savoring their memories with their friends.

Onwards we go.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

titlelessness



Just finished the last of my Costa Rican coffee on Sunday~time to return for a visit!



First lady bug sighting of the season.