Pneumonia links and Vet visit

Hardly any coughing today, but the tiredness just won't let up. I did a little research today on the symptoms of pneumonia, and how treatment at home looks. I've done everything my doctor has asked me to do, and I noticed an improvement in my breathing rate.

I only get short of breath if I do several tasks one after the other without taking a break.

According to what I read, I have what is called community based pneumonia, meaning I caught it from within my work place. My case is mild, so it is referred to as walking pneumonia. Since I am otherwise healthy (no asthma, no flu, I don't smoke, I'm not diabetic, and no other conditions or illnesses), I'm going to recover within two weeks, although the tiredness could last up to a month for some people. I hope my otherwise healthy status will shorten the duration!

I feel better just knowing that the tiredness is associated with the illness. I was beginning to think that all this inactivity had made me feel lazy. What with all I have to do... or would like to do... this is not a pleasant place to be.

Today I took down the tree, and it's laying in all its pieces on the floor. Steve brought the box down from the attic this evening. Tomorrow, I'll load the tree parts into the box, and he'll carry it upstairs.

I did manage to put a few things away into storage containers... too big and heavy for me to carry upstairs. Steve will take care of that for me too. When he has off.

I prepared the bedroom for my sister and her husband who will be visiting from out of town this weekend. Their children are grown, and have children of their own. Now it's time for she and I to get in some quality sister time, to get to know each other all over again, something we've been unable to do for the past 20-30 years due to long distances and raising kids. She used to live in California, then in Connecticut, but now lives much closer, in Georgia.

They may be here either Saturday or Sunday. Just in time for a New Year's celebration around my neighbor's bonfire. The weather looks promising for that evening.

Both dogs had an appointment with the vet today to check out suspicious lumps. I'm not talking about Schnauzer bumps... my dogs haven't had any of those yet. The vet says I've been lucky not to have seen any of these annoying bumps on my dogs. She said it's unusual when a schnauzer owner doesn't come across one or more of these down their dogs' backs.

Misty had a suspicious lump removed last summer.... it was melanoma, and they got it all. She also had a hemangioma removed... it was filled with blood, and was benign, but a nuisance just the same. The lump I had checked out today started growing on top of her head just after the last lump was removed. The good news is that it was only a cyst, and the doctor drained it right there in the office. Gone, just like that!

Max had a lump on his rear right leg, sort of in the area I'd call the ankle of my own leg. The good doctor attempted to aspirate it, but nothing would come out of it. It wasn't a cyst. So she tried to draw out some blood cells to see if anything abnormal was in it, but got so very little, it was hard to say. She said that I should watch it and if it grows any bigger, bring him in and get it removed. The problem is in watching it... it's in a place covered by hair, and would be easy to not notice anything about it at all.

What I do know is that it has been growing steadily for the past year. She said if it got too big, there would be very little room to cut out enough margin around it to make sure they get it all. We decided to go ahead and have it removed asap while it is still small enough to get it all with room left to close it properly. It's just less than a 1/4" in diameter. I set up an appointment for January 9th to have it removed.

I know it sounds like I've been doing a lot, but I haven't done much. I've paced all these things throughout the day. The vet visit took over two hours due to some pet emergency that backed them up. So, there was a lot of sitting around waiting there. Nearly fell asleep. Poor dogs!

Tomorrow I'll try to get in some lesson plans while I'm waiting for my sister.

Now I shall go to bed. Goodnight J-land! Thank you for being so kind during these past few days of my complaining. You are too good to me!

                                                        

 

 

 

Tags: Pneumonia

Rant of a sick teacher

Thank you for all your well wishes... I am feeling better. The coughing has subsided very much. I feel tired more than anything. I am grateful for not having a headache. I have been resting, either in bed, or in the recliner.

Thank goodness for Dog Whisperer with Cesar Millan. I've been watching his show each night this week, and have learned a lot about being the pack leader. As he trains people to lead their dogs properly, I've been thinking about my own little "pack," Max and Misty. They pretty much do what I tell them to do, with only a couple of exceptions. Misty doesn't always come home when we call to her, Max doesn't like to be groomed, and both of them jump on people to greet them.

Apparently, I'm responsible for all of these behaviors... as I can change them if I knew how. I think I picked up enough of Cesar's dog wisdom to know what I need to do to establish my leadership and change their behaviors.

I did drive to school to pick up materials and books, then came home. I repeat, I did not stay at school despite the fact that I saw four other teacher cars parked in the parking lot with the same idea I had.

(Now you may discontinue reading ... the rest is a rant, and I'll probably regret writing it by tomorrow. So please stop if you don't have the stomach for rants. I don't usually do this in my journal. But alas, I am tired.)

Yes, I need to rest, and I am resting, but I also need to be ready for school to start on Tuesday. And even if I'm not able to go to school on Tuesday, I need to plan for the substitute who would take my place. Either way, whether I'm sick or not, I have to plan for next week.

And who has to think and write the plans, and put together the necessary materials for four different grade levels? Yes, me.

And when will I get the chance to write them up? When I am well? LOL!!! No, silly, ... now! while I am still sick.

Yes, that is the dilemma teachers have to face when they get sick. Which is why we try not to get sick. That is one four letter word we are afraid of.

Whether I am sick or not, my plans have to be written up with enough detail that a stranger (the sub) could walk in and teach my lessons.

I'm curious how other teachers handle it, then. One thing we can't ever do is "call in sick." No, first we have to find a sub, then we have to make sure everything is planned and taken care of so that the sub will know what to do. Subs are not babysitters... we do not give kids worksheets to keep them busy all day... that's an old myth created by people who have never taught in the classroom.

I feel resentful about that, I do. I once had a job working as a printer. If I got sick, my goodness, I could wake up groggy and call my boss and say, "I'm not coming in today. I'm sick." And he'd say don't worry, and I didn't. And I could miss two or three days, and my job would still be there, things would have piled up while I was gone, but nothing anyone couldn't deal with. I'd get caught up when I returned, well and rested once more.

Never again.

If I called in sick, my principal would say, "Have you got a sub? Are your plans on your desk? Good, then don't worry. Get some rest and come back when you are well."

I don't have a sub (yet), and my plans have not been written because .... because I'm sick and tired?

What do other EC teachers do when they get sick? I have an assistant for one hour a day, so it's not like I can leave her with my classes all day long.

I'm just curious.

 

 

Pacing myself

I woke up feeling pretty decent compared to the way I've felt for the previous six days. I thought as I got out of bed that I should put away all that Christmas stuff... you know, the wrapping paper, boxes, bags, and all those decorations that never made it on the tree this year ... the things I could use next year.

But before I put them away, I should go to town to get the after-Christmas sales on bags and boxes, etc so I won't have to pay premium price for them next year. All the gifts I gave away this year were packed in beautiful bags and boxes that I had bought after Christmas last year. I like planning ahead like that, and I do have storage space in the attic.

Yes, that is what I'll do, I thought this morning as I got dressed, feeling much better today than I had felt even yesterday.

I hit only two stores, Wal-Mart and Target. Found some wonderful gift boxes and bags for next year. Found a few other gift ideas for students and teachers... and did lots of walking around.

Suddenly, nausea waved over me and I asked for a plastic bag to carry with me as I browsed, just in case. I was too far from home to just go home, and I knew if I could get everything done in hour, I'd go straight home after that.

I did, but was wiped out by the time I got home and unloaded the trunk. I was only gone for a couple of hours, and I felt like I had been gone all day.

There was a message on the phone from my doctor to call her. I did. The chest x-rays had shown a patch area of density in one lobe, and I have possible pneumonia, confirming what she had diagnosed initially. Possible. I'm supposed to go back in 3 weeks and get another x-ray.

Well, possibly, then, I should stay home and not over-do it again like I almost did today.

I haven't cooked dinner in a week. I've neglected everything and everyone close to me.

I'll go take a nap, then tackle the stuff that needs putting away. I'll pace myself. Also, I need to set aside one day to plan for school starting back up, and a couple of days for my sister's visit.

                                                                     

                                                                    Yes, pace myself.

Thank you for your comments and well wishes... I do feel like I'm getting better, a little bit each day.

Note: Mickey is here because my sister and her husband are big Disney fans, and both will be here in a few days, visiting from Georgia.

 

Mickey by Donna

Christmas card tree

                                                          

I did decorate the tree. It seemed to take care of another problem I'd had: where to display the Christmas cards this year. The idea came to me about 4:00 a.m. Sunday when I woke up unexpectedly, coughing and thirsty. So I put the cards on the tree. All but two of them were cards I received this year.

The two, however, are very special cards that I keep on display all year long since I discovered them a few years ago.

 These two cards. The one on the top right is from my Memere Deslauriers, my mother's mother. The one on the bottom left is from my mother, possibly dated 1985. What I treasure most about these cards are the handwritten messages each one carries from the past.

                           

Mom is alive and well enough these days. She doesn't send letters and cards like she did back then. I learned to write letters from her, from watching her write letters to her sister and mother, and even to my dad when he was away on TDY throughout his Air Force career.

This particular card shown here mentions the news about my youngest sister Vicki, her husband Michael, and their baby Candance. That's how I know what year the card was written. In fact, she mentions my brother Joey, and my sister Joy, and my dad. They were all living in California at the time.

Vicki and Candance were killed and my parentswere seriously injured in a car accident in 1997. Dad died in 2002 from atherosclerosis. That's what the death certificate said, but I know he really died of a broken heart, which never healed after his daughter and grand-daughter were killed in that car accident.

I found the cards a few years ago amongst a boxful of Christmas cards I had been saving apparently since 1975, the year we got married.

When I read the card from  my memere, I laugh every time because of the way she spells "youse"... that is so like her. I can hear her voice saying it... she used the term like a yankee, which she was... which I was, until I married my North Carolina man and began saying "ya'll" instead.

                           

I love how she refers to my husband and son as Big Steve and small steve. A lot of love came with that card. My memere didn't send many cards off at Christmas. I think it's the only card I ever got, or that I remember getting from her.

Both these cards will be passed down to my son as family keepsakes.

Thank you, Alyson, for reminding me to post an entry. I did decorate the tree. It didn't glitter and sparkle this year, but I know, like we always say, Christmas isn't about the presents.

And that turkey soup with lemon juice really helped a lot. If you had only told me about it, I wouldn't have believed it, but you brought that bowl of hot soup over and it tasted pretty good to this sick lady.

It was the lemon juice that really caused me to hesitate. "Add lemon juice" you said.

Lemon juice? You told me a story of how you came to hear about this cold remedy, and I'm afraid I've forgotten the important details. Alyson, if you'll leave a comment here to share with the readers, I'm sure they would love to hear it too.

Itmust be the lemon. And the garlic. I just had never thought to put lemon in my chicken or turkey soup before. I do feel less congested right now.

Steven and Steve are home. There's lots more to write about, but now my hours are mixed up. I slept too much today, I suppose. The meds are kicking in now, so I'm going to bed.

Thank you for your well wishes. I've been reading journals mostly, but not leaving many comments. I'll be back on track soon.

Tree update

If you didn't read the previous entry, you might want to do that before you read this one. It would make more sense if you did.

The Me who wants the tree decorated and the Me who would rather not deal with it had another brief discussion this morning.

It was about the tree, and decorating it. It seems that the conclusion drawn yesterday morning was a bit premature.

I mentioned I had picked up a bug earlier this week? Well, I didn't think I was getting better over time, and my intuition led me to call and make a doctor's appointment. She suspected viral pneumonia, sent me for chest x-rays, then prescribed something to help make the coughing more productive.

I was feeling very tired by the time I got to the doctor's office, and fell into bed when I reached home again.

Mwwrndwi: There, are you satisfied? Now you don't even feel like putting up the tree because you are sick.

Mwwttd: Yeah, but Steven is coming for dinner...

Mwwrndwi: And do you think he should come when you are sick? You want him to get sick too? You better call him and cancel for tonight. You know it's the thing to do.

Mwwttd: .... yeah...(cough! cough!) I guess you're right. It wouldn't be fair to ask him to come over and risk getting sick too.

Mwwrndwi: (with mock sympathy) Hey, look at the bright side... you won't have as much work to do after Christmas. You might even start a new tradition, no tree for Christmas. Hey! What a great idea...

Mwwttd:... (cough/wheeze) don't push your luck, Mwwrndwi. I'm not thrilled about the idea of not decorating the tree. I'm only agreeing because it's so late already. Besides, it's not like you won this argument... it's more like I got sick.

Mwwrndwi: (with sincerity) I know, Mwwttd, I know... so sorry. I know how much you enjoy the Christmas preparations and all. Look, it's okay... in a few days it will be past, and you will have an entire week to relax. (eyes brighten) Oh, yeah, don't forget, you want to drive to Chapel Hill to meet Sheria, don't you?

Mwwttd: Oh yeah, that's right! I'm looking forward to that. Okay, I'm sick now (cough!), but I have medications to take, and fluids to drink, and rest to get. Doctor's orders. Maybe that's the only way I'll take it easy. Looks like we both get what we want this time, Mwwrndwi.

The two selves link arms and meld into one divinely whole being who is coughing, but glad to be able to rest at home without worrying about writing lesson plans for a substitute teacher.

It's a good thing I hadn't planned on doing anything else over the holidays.

 

                                               

 

                                                     graphic by xxroxymamaxx

 

Today is the day! ... I think.

                                                     

I think today will be the day the decorations go up!

Yes, today I will get my tree decorated! I am so thrilled... there for awhile I even entertained the thought of not decorating the bare 7 foot artificial tree standing in front of our living room window these past seven days... it seemed even a practical thought as I rationalized between the me who wants the tree decorated and the me who would rather not deal with it.

Yesterday, the conversation went something like this:

Me who would rather not deal with it (Mwwrndwi): You know, Bea, it's only four days til Christmas. Why bother with the tree? You will take it down the day after Christmas... hardly enough time to make it worth your while.

Me who wants the tree decorated (Mwwttd): True, only four days, but Steven will be coming home for Christmas. He loves having the tree up. And where would we put our Christmas gifts? On the floor? On the hearth of the fireplace?

Mwwrndwi: Yes, Steven does like the tree, but he will understand. Especially now that you are sick with some kind of bug that you picked up just a few days ago ... yeah, bad timing, I know, but what's more important now? Getting rest and putting stressful trivial matters to the side, or wearing yourself out once more during your days off this winter break? Need I remind you that you do not get two weeks off this year?... the winter break lasts only 11 days.

Mwwttd: Please don't spoil it all by reminding me about time. I can rest during the week after Christmas. It takes only a couple of hours at the most to put away all of our decorations. And Steve will gladly help with that chore.

Mwwrndwi: Okay, time off aside, let's be practical, then. It would have made more sense to put the tree up last weekend...

Mwwttd: (interrupting, and annoyed): And you know very well last weekend was filled with getting my shopping done, church activities, and preparing school lessons for the upcoming week. Don't even go there.

Mwwrndwi: Okay, okay! I'm just saying that since you didn't have time last weekend, and since you and Steve were really too tired all week after work to bother with it, why even give it a bother now? Only four days til Christmas. You don't have any small children coming over. At least that would be a good reason to put it up. You didn't put up a tree until after your son was born... don't you remember those first three years you had Christmas without a tree?

Mwwttd: I do, and I'm telling you that was one tradition I can remember doing with my family when I was a kid. My parents (and probably my mom) always put the tree up for us kids. And in memory of all those Christmases, and of all those we've shared with our son for the past 27 years, why would I want to stop the tradition now?

Mwwrndwi: You wouldn't exactly be stopping the tradition. You have a small tree you could put up instead... sure, it wouldn't look the same, but it's the thought that counts. All the important Christian symbols you like to hang on the tree could hang on a smaller version. You know you've been considering not putting up a tree before. Admit it. It's a lot of work. And then you got to take it all down.

Mwwttd (softly sighing): Yes, it's true, I have thought about not putting up a tree. Would be nice not to have to worry about getting all those decorations out of the attic, and then putting everything on the tree, then taking them all down and packing it all up within a 2-3 week span. It isn't a practical thing at all when one's time is already given over to so many other important ventures like making or shopping for gifts, writing and sending cards, and cooking and baking for friends and family visits. I love doing all of those things. But setting up and decorating the tree has fallen to the bottom of the list of what's important.

Mwwrndwi: Yeah, I've noticed that. Have you considered one of those prelighted trees? They look nice.

Mwwttd: I have, but I haven't seen one with all the lights I'd like to see on one. They seem to skimp on the lights. If I do see one, though, I will surely consider buying one of those. But only if they can be dismantled because I have no place to keep a tree that has to remain standing whole all year long.

Mwwrndwi: So what are you going to do? I don't want to decorate the tree. It will take only 30 minutes to dismantle the tree and put it away in the attic. You could do that today.

Mwwttd: (eyes light up) Steven is coming over tonight for dinner. I will cook a special family dinner, and he will help me decorate the tree... most importantly, he will help me put the lights on... even better, Steven and Steve could put the lights on.

(with resolve) I am going to put the tree up this year, and we can talk about how we feel about not having a tree up next year over dinner, and the possibility of buying a tree already lit. I'll find out how Steven feels about coming home to a treeless Christmas Eve and morning.

Mwwrndwi: So, yet again you are going to do something to please someone else. Sometimes you are such a wimp.

Mwwttd: No need to start the name calling, Mwwrndwi. It's about family tradition. Some traditions will eventually be passed down to my son... and when he starts putting up a tree in his home, and if there are no grandchildren, then I might think, no tree needed here. But if there are grandchildren you can best believe that this grandma will joyfully put that tree up until her legs won't support her and her arms won't reach.

This discussion is over, Mwwrndwi. The tree is going up because it is our family tradition!

(Mwwttd turns and walks away singing "O Come Let Us Adore Him", and Mwwrndwi nods her head as she watches Mwwttd walk away. She smiles curiously, then shrugs her shoulders, and disappears.)

What teachers work for

He struggled for weeks just trying to associate the sounds with the letters. He couldn't understand why he was so good at math but when it came to reading, no one stumbled on the simplest of words like he did. He felt stupid every time he missed a sound. But he wouldn't give up, no he wouldn't give up.

His teacher wouldn't give up on him either, and for that he was grateful. He didn't know how to tell her how much he appreciated her doggedness and determination to help him read. She told him he was smart, and he wanted to believe her, but there again were those words... and he knew f-a-t read fat, and he knew s-a-t read sat, and m-a-t read mat, but when she showed him m-a-d, he wanted to say mat, but he knew it wasn't mat, and it wasn't sat.

It was so frustrating. Day after day, while the other kids read four and five letter words, and read long sentences, and even entire pages in books, he still could not distinguish h-i-t from h-a-t. But he tried, and he tried, and each day, another letter/sound became etched on his brain, and he was able to identify the starting letters/sounds of words.

He gained confidence in his copying skills... man, could he copy a sentence accurately, and beautifully. His handwriting was better than any of the others in the class... and he knew it. It made him feel better to know that his printing was so perfect, and the letters and words spaced just so. The teacher often looked in awe at his handwriting. If only he could read what he was writing. Sometimes he'd memorize his sentences so he could act like he was reading them, but he knew. He knew he couldn't read them.

More than three months passed before the light flickered on in his mind. Three months of daily reading words with three sounds, fourteen weeks of trying to recognize the first sounds of words and not mix them up with the last sounds of words. Nearly a hundred days of forming words with short vowels, and he found he was getting stronger somehow. It started making sense to him.

And one day, one day this week in fact, this first grader read a page of words... words with three sounds, and he put the sounds together with a little effort, notthe struggling kind of effort he started out with in September, but the easy hesitation that comes with some familiarity and a little uncertainty ... he read fifteen words with the short vowel a, and didn't miss a one.

He was so excited (as was his teacher, you can imagine) that he asked to read another page of words, with the short vowel i, and though she generally did not word chart more than one page in one day, she made an allowance for him. He read them all without missing a one. Still filled with exuberance, he asked to read another page of fifteen words, and he did so, making only one error.

There was a feeling of celebration this morning when this happened in my classroom. I could only reach across his desk and kiss the top of his little boy head I was that happy. His grin was wider than the span of his arms, let me tell you. Three other students in the classroom, who have been watching his efforts to read while they've been working on improving their own deficits in math and reading, were happy with him, and gave him high fives. Nothing could have been a sweeter or a more satisfying response than what I witnessed this morning.

I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a bit like Miss Annie when Helen Keller finally understood the signs Annie had been drawing in her hands.

Moments like these are what teachers work for.  Perhaps even live for.

Amen and amen.

                                                                                    

 

                                                                              Dancing Panda by Shelly

Congratulations, Caroline!

You may remember Caroline of A New Adventure. She had been studying to get a degree that would qualify and certify her for teaching in our American Schools.

                           Well, she passed all the exams!

But don't take my word for it. Drop by her journal linked above and read the good news from her perspective. She has been happy dancing all day.

Be sure to leave her a comment. I am so proud of her!

                                             

The Undecorated Tree

                                    

The season is upon us, and my tree sits undecorated in the living room. It needs lights, and the lights are the hardest part of tree decorating... for me. I wouldn't mind putting them up so much if I had cheerful help, but my other half does not like putting up the lights... or the tree for that matter.

For us, putting up the lights on the tree is very much like hanging wallpaper. We did that for the first time in our newly built home about twenty-five years ago, and came perilously close to divorce. I kid you not. Hanging wallpaper with your spouse is not encouraged, unless rules about who decides what is established well in advance. Much like playing a game. You must know the rules, and you must agree to follow them.

I didn't explain my rules to him, and he didn't quite explain his either, so with two separate rules to follow, we attempted to wallpaper our bathroom. I had my ideas about how to hang the paper, he had his. I had my thoughts about how to line up the edges of paper, he had his. I thought we should remove the floor trim along the wall, he thought he could do it neat enough without removing it. We both were at our wits end by the time the job was finished, and neither of us were happy with the results. Twenty five years ago.

We both agreed, happily, that all future wallpaperings would be done by a professional. That has been the one rule about hanging wallpaper that we both agreed upon and have adhered to over the years. I've been much happier paying someone else to do the job, and not having to deal with the disagreements caused by hanging wallpaper.

Hanging tree lights is rather like that for us. I have established my rules, and he has his rules. I like to take my time as I hang them, play some Christmasy music, make sure the strands are distributed evenly around the tree. I like using blue and white lights, or all blue, or all white. I like the little miniature lights. He likes to get them up asfast as he can and get it over with, he doesn't care about colors used, and prefers multi-colors. He doesn't like to put as many strands of lights on the tree as I do. In the past, we have gotten through the light-hanging mostly in a disgruntled mood, and that is not how I want to feel during tree decoration.

I'd do it alone if I could, but that is very difficult. My son used to help me when he was home. If I could just have a pair of happy hands to hold the lights as I hung them on the tree. Or I'd be the happy hands holding the lights while another arranged them on the tree without getting angry or frustrated.

So, our tree sits in the living room waiting for someone to decorate it.

I couldn't tackle it this weekend due to a horrendous headache that forced me to bed early each evening. Even now it threatens to disable me if I don't go to bed soon. It won't keep me from school, however ... I can endure all sorts of evil discomforts and still teach. Somehow, I can perform satisfactorily in the classroom when threatened with the option of getting a substitute, and having to write plans for her to follow. It requires more work on my part to prepare for a sub, and to find a sub, than it does for me to pretend I'm not ill and do it myself. This is not a comment against subs, but it's twice as difficult and takes three times longer to plan for someone else to teach my kids than for me to plan to do it myself. And when you are ill to begin with, you don't feel like planning for someone else to step in and take over.

I'm off to bed to see if I can get rid of the headache.

One day this week, I will get the tree decorated. <grin>

Thank you Donna for the graphic above ... I love it!

 

Family photos and author's purpose

Friday evening

My camera batteries, the rechargeable ones, finally lost their rechargeability. I haven't taken pictures in over two weeks. I keep forgetting to buy the batteries when I'm out shopping, but with the Christmas Season coming on, and the opportunities to take great pictures of family and friends numerous, I must buy those batteries this weekend.

Came home from school today and there was the Christmas tree... just the tree... our man-made one.... standing up in the living room! My husband had today off, and had set it up for me... it's a seven footer, which isn't tall by some tree standards, but it's not a piece of cake to assemble. However, the lights are next on the tree agenda, and I'm not relaxed enough to do them tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

I want to include a family Christmas photo this year in my journal. I'd love to see journalers with their families, sometime during the following weeks, on up through New Year's.

I know some of us are quicker to put pictures in our journals than others, but I was wondering, whether you read my journal or you are a new visitor, would you take a family photo and put it in your journal, then come back and leave a link? Or if you are not comfortable with that, because it is the internet afterall, maybe you wouldn't mind sending me an email with your family photo?

Please take a new picture this year.... nothing old from last year! I'm going to try to get a photo of my family, but it may be difficult to get everyone's permission to post it here. I won't be able to post a big family photo until after Christmas day, however, because that is the day we all get together.

I read about you all nearly every day, and you tell stories about the family, with names sometimes, but often times without names. Still, I do relate your screen names with your journals, and your journals with a general theme. Sometimes I imagine your family, your home... not for any predatory intention, of course !... but it's the way I read a book. It's the way I get involved with the characters of a story.

All of our journals have characters, settings, themes, even plots and subplots. Without even realizing I'm doing it, whenever I read something, I find myself making predictions. If I'm not making predictions, I'm making generalizations, drawing conclusions, and making inferences.

I can't help myself... I'm a teacher, and I teach reading comprehension skills to three different grade levels. I am generally aware of these concepts as I read most anything. At the back of my mind, I'm looking for examples I can use in the classroom... no, I don't use your journals or mine as a teaching tool. <grin> It just wouldn't be ethical.

Besides, there are plenty of other examples to use all around me: newspapers, magazines, junk mail, school announcements, invitations, posters, etc., and the thousands of books in the school itself.

Today, I taught author's purpose. The third grade students had to sort several fiction and non-fiction descriptions of written materials into two groups: to inform and to entertain. They were given cards with the description of a text, such as recipes, a book of riddles, a newspaper article about the president, a book of fables, and so on. They seemed to be sure of the texts that were written to inform, but there were a few that were clearly (to me) written to entertain that seemed to confound them. A book of riddles and a book of myths and legends slowed them down a bit. They weren't sure about myths, and only slightly familiar with legends. After I described a few myths and legends, they correctly identified the author's purpose: to entertain.

It seems that my journal has two purposes: to entertain and to inform. It's somewhat biographical, with a few amusing stories now and then, and some informative entries with links and facts .... as my interests and the calling of my profession guide me, and my energy level allows!

What would you say is the purpose of your journal? To entertain, inform, or persuade?

 

Tags: author's purpose,

Make a difference in somebody's life. Today.

Maybe you have read this story before, but have you seen it and heard it like this?

Liz (Bethjunebug) sent it to me in the email. Maybe she sent it to you, too. Thank you, Liz!

Whether you are a teacher or not, and in many ways we are all teachers in the world we live in, this story will touch you like it never touched you before. I've read this story several times over the years since I first became a public school teacher, but this time it takes on new meaning. Whether you are a first year teacher, a seven year teacher like myself, or a veteran of twenty years, this movie will either make you cry, or you will cover your mouth so you won't cry too loud while your family goes about their business in another room.

If you have about two minutes, click here at The Teacher Movie by Mary Robinson Reynolds.

If you don't have two minutes, come back when you do. You will be glad you did.

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Do you enjoy traveling?

I'm actually tired enough to hit the pillows, but I know that if I go to bed now (it was 9:30 pm when I started writing), I'll be waking up when my husband gets up at 4:15 a.m. That's when he gets ready for work... he has a 45 minute commute to work.

I, on the other hand, have a ten minute commute to work. I don't want to get up at that early hour. It wouldn't be so bad if I could fall right back to sleep, and there was a time when I could, but for some reason my inner clock has changed in recent years, and after I've had about 7 - 8 hours of sleep, if something wakes me up, I have to get up or I will lie in bed awake until I do.

And there is nothing worse on a workday than waking up before you have to, and not being able to go back to sleep when you have another hour or more to do it. If you could <sigh>.

I have tried getting up earlier, just going along with the inner clock thing, but that means I'm at school by 5:30 a.m, and I'm wiped out by the time 2:30 rolls around. I need to be at school some days until 5 or 6pm, so getting there at 5:30 and putting in twelve hours is definitely not something I want to get into the habit of doing.

Which is I why I'm posting this entry... I'm too tired to do any serious work for school, but an entry like this (requiring no searches or photos to upload) I can do to keep me awake until it is safe to go to bed (so I won't wake up too early).

In response to the weekend assignment posted by John at By The Way:

Weekend Assignment #141: Do you enjoy traveling? Not the arriving and being where you're going, mind you; I'm asking if you enjoy the actual act of traveling from one place to another, by car or train or airplane or whatever. What I'm asking is if you enjoy the journey as much as you enjoy the destination.

Extra credit: Any more travel planned for 2006, or are you home for good for the rest of the year?

There was a time when I enjoyed travel, especially when flying. I'm one who likes the journey as much as, if not more than, the destination.

I do not like driving long drives that take more than four hours. A four hour drive out here will get me either to the mountains of NC or the coast of NC... and into Virginia, or into South Carolina. I can probably make it as far west as Tennessee. A good four hour drive, even if I'm drivng alone, is actually exciting and pleasant, providing I have no car troubles to deal with.

Anything more than that infringes on my mental comfort, and after five hours or so, I'm ready for a major break. Eight hours and I'm spending the night in a motel if I'm not where I'm supposed to be.

Traveling, whether for a vacation trip or to visit long distance family, feels different when I'm alone versus when I'm driving with my husband. I like traveling with him more now that we're older than when we were younger.

Then, he always rushed me, questioned my packing decisions, was always in a hurry to get where we were going, cursed at traffic, and was never in a good mood during the trip. Pets never accompanied us on a trip. Traveling was not his favorite activity. He treated it like shopping: go in, get what you want, and leave. That's how he looked at our vacations back then. More than twelve years ago he was like that. I seldom enjoyed our vacations because of all that rushing around to get there.

I like to travel slowly, take my time, enjoy the drive, make some stops along the way, do some side trips... you know, like when I shop: I like to browse. If I see something I need or want, I'll buy it, or I'll look around for ideas and new products... I like to look around when I shop, and when I travel.

But after a few health emergencies that occurred when he was in his forties, my husband began seeing things with new "eyes" and a new philosophy, you might say.

He hasn't rushed me in years, and I can't remember when he last complained about my packing luggage. He takes his time. He waits for me. He suggests we stop and look around, and he enjoys the journey now. He still occasionally cusses at rude drivers on the road, but not like he did back then. He doesn't mind it if we have to take our dogs with us. I even see him smile more often.

So, travelling with him has become more pleasant. But now our working schedules are in conflict, and we don't have the same weeks off, or we differ in what we want to do with our time off. We both agree on relaxation. My mind is in the mountains, his is at the coast.

I also like traveling alone once in awhile, like during the summer when I made that trip to a mountain chalet. I had never done that before, but I needed to get away ... really get away in a spiritual sense... before the new school year started. It was the best time I've ever had alone. Well, Max was with me for companionship and to be a watchdog of sorts. He's a great barker.

Also, when I travel alone, I don't like listening to the radio, except to hear weather reports or occasionally to catch a news report. The radio becomes like so much chatter to my mind when I'm reflecting on change. I like the silence when I'm alone. I think about things I'm trying to solve, or I'll try to recall a dream I had, or think of topics to write about.

Often, I will pray when I'm driving... for the safety of the drivers on the road, including myself. When I see an accident, I will pray for whoever was involved, and I'll pray for the safety of officers on the road, and the roadworkers. I ask God to protect them, and lead them safely to their families by end of day. I think that praying while I drive makes me more aware of my actions as a driver.

Do I plan on doing any more travel for the remainder of 2006? No, I'm home for the rest of the year, except for the family visit on Christmas Day, which is usually less than 2hours, depending upon traffic.

I like traveling as long as I get time to rest when I get backhome. I don't like coming back from a vacation one day and driving to work the next. I need some down time after traveling, and time to regroup and get mentally prepared for the work I do.

Do you like to travel? Write up an entry and leave a link here or in John's journal, or write about it in the comment section here.

Now, ... I think it's safe to go to bed!

Tags: traveling

Welcome a New Journaler!

And to follow up what I just wrote about being with people you love, here's a request I found in Sheria's journal. She met a lady who left a comment in her journal. Sheria asks that we give the lady a visit because no one seems to know her journal exists.

That won't last for long once the word gets out!

Let's welcome her into our community. I don't know her name yet, but I'm sure she would appreciate a howdy-do and a big batch of brownies from the welcoming committee... <grin>... you know what I mean.

Here is her journal address.

http://journals.aol.com/jilla29680/aol.comjilla29680/

Her journal is called The Disintegration of a Female Personality.

Go by and leave a link so she can visit you.

Thank you all. Bea

Tags: http://journals.aol.com/jilla29680/aol.comjilla29680/

Love the ones you're with!

Back in 1970, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young delivered an album called Deja Vu. I was 17 years old that year, and didn't really know much about CSN&Y. I was a bit too young to follow the Woodstock crowd, and I was headed for college. I liked their music, didn't always understand their lyrics, but there was no mistaking their intent with the song "Ohio," a protest song about the Kent State shootings in May of that year. I was not quite seventeen when I had looked in horror upon the photograph of the young girl kneeling over the body of a student killed by a National Guardsman. Those were tragic days for the students and the military, and for one president.

If you are too young to remember those days, click here for a link to Wikipedia. It will  help you get started on a search for further information.

The reason I mentioned the above was to lead into this: I bought the Deja Vu album a few years later when I was earning money and able to afford the luxury of such. There were a few songs that I loved to hear on that album, including Our House, Teach Your Children, Almost Cut My Hair, Woodstock, and Carry On. I pretty much liked the entire album.

A year later, their second album as CSN&Y was released, called 4-Way Street Album which I did not buy. One song from that album, Love the One You're With is what this entry is about.

I'm not citing the lyrics for the meaning I had read into them back in the seventies. Basically, the song is about lovers being apart, and if you can't be with that person, the philosophy to love the one next to you is touted. Free sex, free of committment, free of guilt. I didn't buy into that thought regarding sexual relationships. I was a one guy kind of woman.

But I do recall the lyrics holding a special meaning in another sense: I had been separated from my loved ones ever since I went off to college. When I moved into the UGA dorm in 1973, my parents moved the rest of the family to Connecticut. Feeling left behind, I became friends with my roommate, and her family sort of adopted me for a short time. I loved the ones I was with because I couldn't be with the ones I loved. For two years, Susan and I were best friends, and her parents welcomed me into their home and their lives. I loved them for that.

While I dated my soon-to-be-husband during my last year of college, I missed him terribly (I lived in Georgia, he in NC) between visits. That same song nearly enticed me to love another simply because I couldn't be with the one I loved. Why not love the one I'm with? I had asked myself.

But it never happened because, like Richard Gere rescuing his Pretty Woman, Steve drove to Georgia to find a place to live and looked for a job so we could be together. We got married soon after, and the rest is romantic, marital history.

Shortly thereafter, my parents moved the family to California, leaving me with my husband and his family. Not an unfair trade-off, actually, since he also had a family as large as my own (each of us had six siblings). Again, I began to love the ones I was with. They became my family because my family was 3,000 miles away.

It's a good thing I learned to love the ones I'm with because my family is scattered across the United States. I don't remember having spent Thanksgiving with any of them as an adult. Every year, I spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with my husband's family. We've been doing this for the 31 years of our marriage.

But it is stressful to  get up early for breakfast, bake or cook something to take along, pack up the car, take care of the dogs, just so we can make the long distance drive to their home, eat a meal that takes no more than fifteen minutes to consume. This would be followed by the desire to take a nap and not being ableto, of being stuffed, of chatting, and joking, and catching up on family news. When the kids were younger, it was more fun, but now that they have all grown, I desire to have Thanksgiving at my house.

This year, we did that. I couldn't be with the ones I loved, so I loved the ones I'm with. Not my family or his family, but our family. Our family is made up of neighbors and friends now. In recent years, our family has been the people we live next door to, down the road from, the ones I go to church with, or work with. In short, our friends and neighbors.

This Thanksgiving I was grateful that my son came home, that he helped me in the kitchen, that we didn't have to drive so far away, didn't have to rush the morning away, and we could relax after we ate. Sharing the kitchen with my son was a happy event for me. It was just like having my little boy home again, except  he baked homemade pumpkin pie and a green bean casserole from scratch. We did everything but have a wooden spoon "fight." It was fun having the Thanksgiving meal in our home.

Afterward, we didn't have to drive two hours in the dark to get back to our home. Instead, I drove to my widow neighbor's house and brought her a Thanksgiving meal. She is still so caught up in her grief that she didn't want to go anywhere this year, not even with her own daughter's family. She thought she would be miserable company for us. So I carried the food to her, then spent an hour visiting with her.

If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with. So I gave her some time, the time I would have been driving on the road had we driven to be with our family. She could have been an aunt, or an older sister. She needed someone to love her for a little while, and so I did. I listened to her talk about her husband, how she missed him, how his death has impacted the familiy dynamics. Mostly I listened. Finally, I told her that she really is a lot stronger than she gives herself credit for, and that she wouldn't have made our day miserable.

The next day, Friday, my best friend called me up in the morning and said "Let's go shopping!"

Wouldn't I have loved to do this very thing with my own sister who lives in Georgia? You bet I would, but we can't be together at this time of year. Rather than feel down and miserable, alone and lonely about family relationships not being memorable for the past 30 years because we've lived so far apart, I choose to love the people that come into my life and act like family. I love them not only because they are friends, but also because they have become my family.

Yesterday, this friend, her pre-teen daughter, and I had the best day together. Not only did both of us get some Christmas shopping done, but the time we spent talking, sharing observations about people and life, chatting about family and philosophies over lunch, and appreciating our shared histories reinforced our friendship. There is a trust between us that only sisters have, whether the kinship is biological or spiritual, built over time, held together by shared happy and sad moments, and permanently bonded by motherhood. Truly, she is my sister, and since I cannot share such a time with my own sister (whom I will be seeing after Christmas this year) and she cannot be with hers, I offer it to the one I love as a sister. I know she feels the same way.

I have found that when I love the one I'm with, I am with the One I love. Always.

Love the one you're with and you will be with the One who loves you.

Tags: Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, family, sisters

Horehound Candy?

Jackie was the first to suggest it, a few others agreed, but it seems I am not the only one who wants to know what horehound candy is.

And since it is late Wednesday evening and I'm feeling disappointed that "Lost" did not come on tonight (it was still Wednesday when I started this entry), but was consoled with a good showing of "Medium" instead (still not a great but an okay substitute), I'm going to address that question right now.

I've done a little searching you see.

One of the things I love about being connected. Not only did I do a little searching, but I managed to renew a subscription online to one of my favorite educational websites, watched Medium, emailed Donna (D's Designs) (during the commercials) several times about her beautiful, seasonal tags and to wish her well following her surgery, uploaded one snag with motion and one tag with snow... maybe you've seen the snow scene in my previous entry? I didn't have any luck with the motion using aol pictures, but was successful with hometown file manager (after I tried several times because apparently there was some problem with hometown link being expired. However Stephanie, 'BamBam, explains how to get around it until it is renewed.

Horehound candy...

Horehound is a common wildflower in our country and Europe, an herb, a member of the mint family. The botanical description of horehound can be found at WaynesWord, an Online Textbook of Natural History, but if you click on this link, you can read it directly.

Because its flowerheads have hooked spiny teeth at the end of each cup-like blossom, they are notorious for hitchhiking on the socks of anyone walking through a fieldof horehound. This little annoying trait makes it an effective seed spreader, resulting in horehound growing all over the United States.

Horehound candy is really a lozenge that some folks swear is soothing to the throat, which is why a couple of my readers suggested it for the laryngitis I endured these past two weeks... yes, you did notice I used the word had... I'd say my voice is about 90% recovered. Horehound candy also prevents dry mouth.

I found a recipe for horehound candy. Actually a couple recipes. Here's one:

                     

                                            Recipe For Horehound Candy:

1. Make a strong horehound infusion: Boil one cup of fresh leaves with two cups of water for ten minutes. Let steep for five minutes and then strain.

2. To make horehound candy: Use one cup of horehound infusion to two cups of white sugar. Place sugar in small saucepan and stir in 1/8th teaspoon cream of tartar, then add the horehound infusion. Stir until the sugar has dissolved, then cook over low heat until it reaches 290 Fahrenheit degrees on a candy thermometer. [Or until a drop of the cooked infusion in cold water becomes a hard, glossy ball.] Pour on a buttered plate and score into cough drop sizes when it is semi-hardened. When cool, break apart into sections and store in a cool place until used.

http://waynesword.palomar.edu/ecoph37.htm#horehound

 

But you can buy horehound candy from a number of online candy shoppes. Here's one: Cousins Candy and also at The Vermont Country Store. I have never ordered from either of these shoppes, but just in case you wanted to take a peek at what horehound candy looks like, or might want to order some, there you go.

Well, now that I know what it is, I would like to buy some.

Horehound candy can be stored for up to two years, and I know I'll be needing it next winter... or even this winter as it has only just barely begun for us North Carolinians.

The only thing I don't like about it is that it sounds like it may taste like mint, and I don't really care for mint drops... I like mint-flavored gum, but don't know if I want a huge lozenge of minty freshness in my mouth for very long.

But I do want to try it. I find that many of the old-fashioned remedies actually do work. How about you?... do you use any old-fashioned remedy that really works?... it doesn't have to be for a cold or sorethroat.

What is your favorite old-fashioned remedy that really works? Leave a comment or write about it in your journal and come back to leave a link here.

                 Happy Thanksgiving All!!

Tags: Horehound Candy, D's Designs

Remedies for laryngitis

                  

Just so's you know, I do read all your comments, and often I respond with emails, or go straight to your journal if you leave a comment. Then I'll read your entry, or a few, and leave comments. It's how I let you know that I appreciate your visits!

Today, I'm going to post your suggestions on how to take care of myself during this bout with laryngitis right here in the journal entry itself. What I had was acute laryngitis.... caused by stress, and I didn't yell at the kids, Greg... <grin> it was the coughing that stressed me out... yes, the coughing... <ahem>.

Lisa, Shelly, and Guido pretty much agreed that I had several good remedies already offered... and wished me to get better. I have gotten better since, thank you... and following are some of those wonderful old fashioned remedies. Some worked, some I haven't tried yet.

Many of you came up with the old fashioned remedy of hot/warm tea with lemon and honey. Jackie, Sheria, Natalie, and others agreed that this was a reliable remedy they were familiar with. However, I dislike combining lemon in my tea, hot or cold, although the honey is good either way. So I did the hot tea with honey, skipped the lemon juice. That was very soothing.

Jan's idea had a little twist at the end of her comment... to add glycerin to the honey and lemon. I haven't tried this one either... I have lots of glycerin, though, because I useit to make the homemade dog shampoo, a recipe I wrote about a few days ago. I suppose the glycerin is to keep moisture in the throat?

Then, I tried Bam's variation of honey, lemon, and tea. She suggested I try a teaspoon of straight lemon juice followed by a teaspoon of honey. I found this much more palatable, believe it or not. What I did was pour into a tablespoon a dollop of honey, then squirted on some lemon juice, and as it mixed on the back of my tongue the words to an old familiar song came to mind. I changed the words to go with the treatment:  "... just a spoonful of honey helps the lemon go down, the lemon go dow-own, the lemon - go down.... in the most delightful way!"

Tammy suggested what sounded like warm lemonade, which seemed okay to me, and that her sister tried lemon juice straight up....! I haven't tried that one yet. I agree with you, Tammy. Ick.

Jackie and Sugar also suggested horehound candy...? I don't know what that is, but I'm curious now. Maybe Cracker Barrel has some in their old timey candy barrel? I'll look into it.

Patrick suggested gargling with warm water and pulverized aspirin with lemon juice... I think I will try that one tonight. I wonder if I can use Tylenol instead of aspirin?

Barry came up with a voice technique to help me acquire a voice because I needed to continue teaching... a teacher without a voice is pretty common actually. The kids are often sympathetic and try to help out. As they did for me this week. Students who don't normally like to read out loud actually volunteered to read out loud directions and passages so that I could save my voice.

Barry, I did try to the high pitch exercise with pursing lips. I didn't hear a foghorn, but I did laugh at myself...!! I noticed that if I tried to talk a lower pitch, I could etch out something audible.

Mark and Kate suggested what the good doctor herself would have told me: to rest my voice, not to speak. Sounds simple. Like Kate says, impossible for a teacher. I cannot stay home for two weeks while my throat heals either. So I rested whenever possible each evening.

Now Sugar, the thing about the dirty sock tied around my neck... I think I will bypass that one, my friend!! I laughed with you at that one... I wondered if you had really tried it? Now I remember when I was a child, my mom applying Vick's VapoRub to my chest and throat whenever I had a bad cold, and she would wrap a sock around my neck to keep the heat in. I didn't like the feel of the sock around my neck, but the rubbing of the jelly was soothing and, the attention of her hands around my neck and chest was comforting.

Greg, I did not yell at the kids! I think I've already mentioned that! ... But I could have. I coughed too much, yes, that's my story.

Finally,Martha suggested what my French Canadian grandmother, whom I called memere, would have told me if I could have communicated with her. Martha wrote if you aren't better by now, try a few shots of booze!  I haven't tried that one either. Because it is getting better!

I will have to say that time, rest, and comfortably hot teas with honey helped a great deal. The lemon and honey mixed tasted okay, and may have helped. The fact that I'm not coughing as much as I was last week has also allowed the voicebox to heal.

I had read on the internet, whilesearching remedies, that the honey acts as an antibiotic as well, so that was good to know.

It's not completely restored, but there is audible sound. I was able to teach Sunday School today.

             Thanks for all your well wishes...

                          I do feel better today.

I'm going to find out how to get the snow moving on the lovel winter graphic from Donna... THANK YOU DONNA! ... she sent it to me and it was snowing. I saved it with GIF, and it continued to snow... It will snow again as soon as I find out what to do to get the motion here. bea

Tags: remedies for laryngitis

I want my boice back!

"Hey Mrs. Gilmore, what happened to your boice?" he asked me when I spoke to the students.

"I've lost it..." I whispered hoarsely.

"Does that mean you will never sbeak to us again?" he asked with his Hispanic accent as he lined up in the hall with the others. I was taking the first graders to my classroom for their writing time.

"No chance that will happen!" I replied. "I'll be talking normal again by next week. You'll see. Haven't you ever lost your voice?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Nah, I neber lost my boice. But my mudder lost her boice once."

So the kids were very nice to me today, sympathetic because I had lost my voice. They thought it must hurt, and I told them my throat didn't hurt... it's just hoarse.

Now my third graders were a little wiser about these things. When they heard me talk, one asked, "Were you screaming at someone over the weekend?"

"No, I wasn't screaming. I just lost my voice, probably from coughing too much."

"Maybe you were yelling too much, then," he suggested.

I told him I hadn't been yelling, and then got on with the lesson about gallons, quarts, pints, and cups...

I feel fine today, just don't have a voice. Any home remedies out there you could share with me??? Please? I have been coughing. No fever. It's more an annoyance than anything right now.

So if you have a favorite recipe that I can make with common kitchen ingredients, like honey, tea, lemon, etc... add them to my comments or email me. I need to get on with my lessons with or without my voice, but preferably with.

Thanks! Bea

Day of Rest?

                          

Usually, at this time on a Sunday morning, I am seated in about the fifth row of pews of my church for worship. I enjoy this aspect of my life, and I regard it with a combination of solemnity and praise. I could not complete my work each day without this day of rest and worship.

Today is not to be usual, for even as my fellow congregants are singing their last hymn and waiting for the Benediction, I am preparing to drive to my classroom.

I've had my day of rest. That was yesterday, Saturday. However, I woke up this morning with a cough and an aching back, on top of the laryngitis I came down with on Friday. I called my fellow Sunday School Teacher, Becky, and asked her to take my class for me. Though she barely heard my croaking voice over the phone,  she said she'd be glad to. She always says that when I ask her. I love Becky for that.

I stayed home all day yesterday and all this morning to give myself rest, to fight off this cold-virus. I think it is working. I am feeling much better now. Even the back ache has gone. Perhaps a few hours of planning will give me a sense of organization for the coming week, and make the days easier to follow through? I can only hope.

I also hope that this is just a cold. I can handle a cold. I can conduct classes, attend meetings, make decisions, call parents, and assess students (hey, they gave me this germ to start with!), with a cold.

I hope it's not the flu. Please don't be the flu...!

Why didn't I go get that flu shot sooner?

It wasn't being offered in such a convenient manner before, might be the reason. Teachers here could drive to their closest high school, where nurses were set up to administer the shots and file the insurance automatically. No waiting in line, no driving clear across town to the doctor's office, no need to miss class time. Very convenient for a teacher who is willing and able to get the flu vaccine.

I don't know why they don't offer the flu shots in, say, late September, you know, just as the fall season is about to start. I think that would have helped me out!

Hey, I believe that was a rant. Not too many of those in this journal. Hmmmm. What gives?

Now, before I go, look in my sidebar ...  the one on the left.

See anything new?

It's below my picture!

My new VIVI award....

Chris, of Cab's Creations designed it... didn't she do a wonderful job?

Now I've got to live up to the title, Best Educational.

You don't have to leave another congrats in this entry... my goodness, you all have said so many nice things already, here and in emails. So, my thanks to you all.

Now, let's get back to our routines (and our other lives away from the computer) and do what we do best... write journal entries!

<grin>

 

Tags: Cab's Creations, VIVI Award

Thank you for the VIVI!

                                                                          

I'd like to offer my congratulations to all the VIVI award winners this year. In some categories, including this one, I really had a tough time voting because more than one journal deserved the recognition.

I'm going to try to get around to the ones I am more familiar with and offer a personal congrats to them. There were a few categories I had not been following, and couldn't very well vote in, but I do recognize many of the winners.

People who blog here at aol journals, and those who don't but read our journal entries, know that there is some exceptional writing going on out here. I'd like to think that's why they keep coming back!

THANK YOU to all those who voted for this journal. <grin> I had not expected to win because I have great respect for the other candidates in this category (Best Educational), and read their journals regularly. If you haven't read their journals, here are their links.   

http://journals.aol.com/memes121/AsIAM    

http://journals.aol.com/radar446/PhotoTrek/

http://journals.aol.co.uk/bobandkate/AnAnalysisofLife/ 

http://journals.aol.com/my78novata/LorisLaurels/

When you have some time, stop by, and check their archives. Either of them could easily have won this recognition. 

I feel like the best thing about the VIVI event is that I (and perhaps you too) have become acquainted with some new journals and their writers whom I had not known previously. I can say in truth that a year ago, I did not know more than two or three aol journalers. Look at my sidebar to the right and you can see that I have lots of favorite journals now.

I'm so glad Jackie added the links in the VIVI awards journals so we can easily click on them to swing by and tell them congratulations. Jackie, you are the best in all categories!

My plan is to come back and finish the children's book entries with links to the authors and blurbs about each book, sometime today. And to rest, stay warm, and drink lots of fluids.

Seems I have lost my voice, may have a virus of some kind. The irony is that Wednesday I went in for my flu shot, but the nurse would not give it to me because I had flu-like symptoms. If I am better by next Wednesday, I can try again. Talk about bad timing.

The good news is that I didn'tlose my voice until after school Friday afternoon, about the time my husband got home from work.We had to talk by his asking me questions that could be answered yes or no. Instead of "How was your day?" he asked "Did you have a good day?" Instead of "What's for dinner?" he asked "Would you like some soup?"

I do not mind getting sick if I am allowed the time to lay in bed all day, so finding myself sick last night, I didn't even complain. I knew I had Saturday and Sunday to catch up on the bedrest.

I wrapped myself up in a warm blanket, made some hot tea with honey, and tried to write a "thank you for the award entry" last night before I went to bed but there seemed to be some major computer issues going on. Then my entry disappeared in its entirety. I thought it might have been an aoljournals problem because I was having trouble accessing other people's journals. At one point, I couldn't even get to my own journal, and when I finally did, I eventually lost what I had written.

So thank you again for the VIVI! I am flattered by this presentation.

                                    

Photo is the cover picture from a favorite book of mine, All You Ever Need by Max Lucado. Illustrations by Douglas Klauba.