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Friday, May 23, 2014

#celebratelu Connecting, Celebrating, Conjecturing

http://www.ruthayreswrites.com/2014/05/celebrate-this-week-xxxii.html
I'm celebrating the images and memories that have etched my mind this week!
There were some petite fours (not on the diet), that accompanied a few pots of raspberry tea during a memorable High Tea. While I guess I will forget the taste of those delicacies and have already forgotten how many miles I was supposed to walk , I am not as likely to forget the most special of company!  It's HARD to make time to connect when there are little kids and old people clamoring for our attention.  Perhaps, that is why those moments are so special.
There were some tears, many smiles, abundant laughter, and sincere acknowledgements of the lives impacted by my colleagues on Wednesday night. For a moment or two we remembered one of our own, who lost out on the chance to travel to the "state" of retirement.  We cheered for our colleagues who traversed the gauntlet of life and made it to the chapter on serenity! We thought of all the kids these teachers knew and how many hours they had spent planning, cajoling, encouraging, inspiring and disciplining. Teaching is one of those jobs where political considerations impact curriculum, paperwork and salaries; however, teachers make it work every single day, year in and year out, no matter what obstacles come into play! In honor of my colleagues, I stayed out later than I have ever stayed out on a school night before! Somehow, I made it through the next day with a spring in my step!
Finally, there was this Facebook link to a poll on how you might look when you grow old posted by someone who is a long way from being old!
http://stuffhappens.us/quiz-what-kind-of-old-person-will-you-be-12177/
I'm a lot closer to old and so it intrigued me!  I took the poll and came up with this image that probably won't be how I take on old age (I have never been on a quad)!  Yet, I want to grow old, and make it through to the "state" of retirement.  I want to smile and enjoy life, like this lady.  I want to be active, even if it means riding a lawn tractor, so I can only wonder how all those hopes and dreams will play out! I will just have to wait and see if I become a wild-and-crazy-quad-riding-grandma-looking lady in my "old" age!





8 comments:

Kendra said...

The last picture really made me smile! I hope to be doing the same when I'm "old". What great experiences you had this week. The kind that stick with us forever. Thanks for sharing a bit of your story.

Margaret Simon said...

I love the quad riding grandma image. Don't we all want to grow old with vigor in our step? I watch my mother-in-law who is an inspiration for me. She exercises every day.

Michelle Haseltine said...

Taking time to really enjoy life, with petit fours or not, is what life is all about. I'm so glad you found time to spend in good company. It's what rejuvenates us! :) Taking time to celebrate life...and staying out late on a school night?!?! YAY you!!!

Linda B said...

Love hearing about your high tea and celebration of your colleagues, Anita, and then that final one. I'm past retirement age & still working and loving it. Sometimes I think we need to ignore the expectations, don't we? Have a good weekend, too!

Unknown said...

I love most especially what you said about teaching and teachers remaining a constant regardless of the political climate that may change the educational landscape.

And I loved the petit fours! Glad you have so much to celebrate!

Ramona said...

So fun to read this post. You captured the delight of a wonderful evening with colleagues and your wondering about old age. There are so many of those polls . . . I chant, "Step away from the poll," when I encounter one. Thanks for sharing the pic!

Loralee said...

Enjoyed reading your post!

Terje said...

-some tears, many smiles, abundant laughter, and sincere acknowledgements - makes a rich evening. If you keep the last image of the post with you, it is very likely that you will make it happen - with smiles and joy.