tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61439079916967313902024-03-18T20:56:18.288-04:00Learning To Be Writers and Readers: In The 21st CenturySharing thoughts, ideas, and research about teaching, writing, and LIVING in the 21st Century.drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.comBlogger1707125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-20264109733624689552024-03-18T08:00:00.002-04:002024-03-18T08:03:46.622-04:00#sol24 March 18 I Needed Potting Soil<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57Arl7yQBC3E7hPY1TkwrSLrvvzihN1lb0TN93yLr-UNvqh0I8wA47ZQVWqQWUqDgWOWdwuyMReDqFROc2_Rq-WxKlf9eHngG9Zv5rIQvI4_KHCPpZF3yW78M2x83L8DfBiiYdnC5Iq1FPFqLug7sPJ4OnhldG3n3IVy_zQmngb63V3Qcn-dpjP4dVoI/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57Arl7yQBC3E7hPY1TkwrSLrvvzihN1lb0TN93yLr-UNvqh0I8wA47ZQVWqQWUqDgWOWdwuyMReDqFROc2_Rq-WxKlf9eHngG9Zv5rIQvI4_KHCPpZF3yW78M2x83L8DfBiiYdnC5Iq1FPFqLug7sPJ4OnhldG3n3IVy_zQmngb63V3Qcn-dpjP4dVoI/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>I had not been there in many, many years; yet, I needed potting soil, seeds, an 8 X 8 pan, and tissues and the prices would likely be better. So, I parked and headed towards the entrance of the great big, in person version of Walmart.<div><br /></div><div>Suddenly, out of nowhere, a windswept empty cart was headed my way. It was either stop it or it would do damage to someone's car! So, I braced myself for impact and stopped the wayward cart taking my breath away if only for a moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>I turned that cart around and headed towards the entrance. I was not yet inside the store when I felt a sharp pain in my ankle that was certainly someone else's shopping cart. It took my breath away, if only for a moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>I headed to the crowded outdoor area, but on the way there, I noticed a great price on an organic vegetable broth, and grabbed 2 boxes. Then, I saw a great price on paper towels and grabbed a package along with a roll of parchment paper. I made a short detour towards greeting cards and bought quite a few for upcoming events. I picked up a package of markers and one of construction paper and eyed the brand new porch rockers. I debated. They were new and shiny but I certainly did not need them. Mine would be fine with some fresh paint. </div><div><br /></div><div>Finally I reached the outdoor area and loaded a small bag of potting soil into my cart. I walked over to the huge seed area. There were so many to choose from and my mind wandered to four years ago when there were no seeds to be found anywhere! When I returned to reality, my cart was gone! Nowhere around! Certain someone had wandered off with my cart and then abandoned it, I search with no luck. This made me mad, for more than a moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>I headed all the way back to the entrance to get new cart, seeds in hand. I was almost all the way back to the cart area and there was my very own cart with the potting soil, assorted loot, and my distinctive Stew Leonard's shopping bag! This led to me taking a very deep breath before I headed to the nearby check out.</div><div><br /></div><div>"<i>I think I should stop while I am ahead,</i> " I thought to myself confident the trek to find tissues and an 8 X 8 pan would lead to more unnecessary purchases and new challenges.</div><div> </div><div><br /><p></p></div>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-63487295510551939412024-03-17T08:05:00.000-04:002024-03-17T08:05:03.135-04:00#sol24 March 17 No Flix<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCGuDsBGCdbtjJiOAeM7_tFAd9GPoIj1wDMq0CHwdn9EFanfkr42b1Oh-jGlrpfSezchOB0Oi0-ihCk5i-v6_kBJ5hIVG-jXCrZl-_LTvUJBWXl6grep-DbT6ONOOpmKtMbWXGeyhmPQoJFX0x1POXJmtMscCUxjkIvKAqtwblHlNfrnGm6RVB-l-wAQ/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCGuDsBGCdbtjJiOAeM7_tFAd9GPoIj1wDMq0CHwdn9EFanfkr42b1Oh-jGlrpfSezchOB0Oi0-ihCk5i-v6_kBJ5hIVG-jXCrZl-_LTvUJBWXl6grep-DbT6ONOOpmKtMbWXGeyhmPQoJFX0x1POXJmtMscCUxjkIvKAqtwblHlNfrnGm6RVB-l-wAQ/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></p><p></p><p>"<i>I cannot get to Net Flix,</i>" she said sadly, "<i>after that wind storm. Do you think you could help me?"</i></p><p>Now, to be honest, I am a technology <b>novice</b> who embraces, but <b>struggles</b> with this foreign language. In years past, I would just defer to my techno-savvy spouse. Now-a-days, I bravely attempt to solve problems with computers and cables. Not too long ago, I reactivated a Gmail account for a friend and that action earned me a <b>problem solver</b> status among peers that to be honest, I do<b><i> not</i></b> deserve! </p><p>I stopped by the home of the No Flix friend and did what I have learned to be the Holy Grail of technology: <b>turn off and then turn on</b>. I did it three times. It did not work. Then, I talked to a Verizon Representative who had no idea of how to solve my problem. Then, I unplugged and re-plugged, again. Finally, I searched You Tube trying different wire combinations and configurations. </p><p>On the plus side, I got in a lot of steps going up and down those stairs as her internet source was in the basement!</p><p>On the negative side, she still has No Net Flix and I will no longer be known as the problem solver, a moniker I did <b><i>no</i></b>t deserve anyway!</p><p><br /></p><p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-73981712708727339562024-03-15T21:07:00.000-04:002024-03-15T21:07:26.491-04:00#sol24 March 16 Thanks, Google<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27st6vAstALuEQu5xialSKMQhjfqoXPfJgOSWpNwMbd4JRDK8lhTfokVSYr2C3VTZm0nN4dCI3IkmeZB5GtKFXNW3hpHGq7FrMkHt5-hKF-VGlEfdJVA5U2K50r61EwqRJFTjBYioY4NcvWT2oY-UN08FcuQSHzj8KtFlOUGdEuISfMR94Zp9e00mQ8I/s150/sol%2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27st6vAstALuEQu5xialSKMQhjfqoXPfJgOSWpNwMbd4JRDK8lhTfokVSYr2C3VTZm0nN4dCI3IkmeZB5GtKFXNW3hpHGq7FrMkHt5-hKF-VGlEfdJVA5U2K50r61EwqRJFTjBYioY4NcvWT2oY-UN08FcuQSHzj8KtFlOUGdEuISfMR94Zp9e00mQ8I/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>The rainy weather gave way to warmer temperatures this week and for the first time in a very long time, some of my grands came to play outside (<i>or pass the time waiting for their mom to return from a far away trip).</i><p></p><p>I have been outside to bring in the garbage cans and walk in the neighborhood, but not to carefully survey the damage the long rainy winter wrought, until today. I picked up a huge pile of sticks and pulled a huge pile of weeds while we embraced the warmth and sunshine. Then, as their vehicles rapidly traversed the chalk driveway drawn roads, I noticed the homebuilding activity in the rafters stopping me in my tracks. </p><p>There it was, at least a foot long, nestled in the highest eaves of my house. There it was, a hive of busy activity with guests leaving and arriving within seconds. There it was, busier than Newark and Kennedy Airports combined. There is was, a clear home to a growing and expanding clan of some sort of winged insects that was not going to mesh well with warmer weather and living on my patio. There it was, a hive of epic proportions that was going to need a professional removal.</p><p>I went to make a call appealing for professional help when I realized I did not know what kind of insects these were.<br /></p><p>"<i>I think they are bees, but ask <b>Google</b></i>," the grand suggested.</p><p>So, I asked <b>Google</b> describing the huge umbrella appearing nest with clear layers and the intense activity. </p><p>"<i>These are wasps</i>," Googled responded immediately without ever coming to my house or seeing first hand what was going on in my backyard.</p><p>I called. The pest removal company answered. They needed to know if it was wasps or bees. I explained my Google research. They were clear of an estimate and a plan and will be here likely before you read this. </p><p>Thanks, again and again and again, Google.</p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-65270977691301280372024-03-15T08:35:00.001-04:002024-03-15T08:42:31.934-04:00#sol24 March 15 Brighter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOumvdJmZMmxNcqX_XRKMAsVvhr7XDrbaxSt4yijO36HmyThKS50FCDvhBmj7UxQwtzgbC48x9uFC7APHKBODU-o6kqvDQNC-GMv6Bs9g3bOIP-_03AVEqCB2LG7xjI0cQ3U2JZ11Zy3u4bGUI_LAoHLq17oIP3j1syijZkL0LYqfXyQuLzRRi6TXlUg/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOumvdJmZMmxNcqX_XRKMAsVvhr7XDrbaxSt4yijO36HmyThKS50FCDvhBmj7UxQwtzgbC48x9uFC7APHKBODU-o6kqvDQNC-GMv6Bs9g3bOIP-_03AVEqCB2LG7xjI0cQ3U2JZ11Zy3u4bGUI_LAoHLq17oIP3j1syijZkL0LYqfXyQuLzRRi6TXlUg/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">March is a busy month </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For daylight expanding daily,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For buds becoming flowers day by day,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For trees that bloom and re-leaf, every year,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For confused seasons colliding and changing,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For parents with afternoon practices multiplying,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For Slicers who squeeze words out every day,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Perhaps it's the combination of sunshine, flowers, and words, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Perhaps it is all the <a href="https://drferreri.blogspot.com/2024/03/sol24-march-15-clean-enough.html">cleaning I am doing</a>, but</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The world seems a lot brighter!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-9NOYSJG3kf4oy98qIJLVi-JNFjGgvwRKRWBIMUjAR0lovY-Z-5sTPOy8B4gPCKz9EE_xkas5lfxSoJ9HLk7akBmqsBqGe0WXr_5cQ62BP4lyVijFc1eDHUdxVlM6mVOVFFpgq94WdNHN1Zo0N27gCvN-6OKQOnsniyDpU2Pse1Bx95sMFMGCBJAJBQ/s4000/20240308_172413.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-9NOYSJG3kf4oy98qIJLVi-JNFjGgvwRKRWBIMUjAR0lovY-Z-5sTPOy8B4gPCKz9EE_xkas5lfxSoJ9HLk7akBmqsBqGe0WXr_5cQ62BP4lyVijFc1eDHUdxVlM6mVOVFFpgq94WdNHN1Zo0N27gCvN-6OKQOnsniyDpU2Pse1Bx95sMFMGCBJAJBQ/w182-h136/20240308_172413.jpg" width="182" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-32588785549436348882024-03-14T08:27:00.001-04:002024-03-14T08:30:47.971-04:00SOL24 March 14 Clean Enough<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD_TTDZQ0NlUaQ0R8koWK7m4qPLnmzpu_jOZvWSZe8saIymm3VeFdBrfa5KGNBUkOetCc1j-pwSy_jTn6UtF5HoIY1EWObUj4qVnTYqJ3fQ_EKGgyl6JloD6neWD2e06yzpoU_d4KjxjwmXxMWDXb3bzA0GHP60EXnyi_78MieiJW6VYegHud_4MM77LM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD_TTDZQ0NlUaQ0R8koWK7m4qPLnmzpu_jOZvWSZe8saIymm3VeFdBrfa5KGNBUkOetCc1j-pwSy_jTn6UtF5HoIY1EWObUj4qVnTYqJ3fQ_EKGgyl6JloD6neWD2e06yzpoU_d4KjxjwmXxMWDXb3bzA0GHP60EXnyi_78MieiJW6VYegHud_4MM77LM" width="240" /></a></div>It has been a dark and rainy winter and to be honest, my place was "clean enough." I had been on a serious schedule of aquacise, Zumba, and yoga at the Y; thus, there really had not been many days when the sunshine begged me to wash smudges from the walls and cabinets. I washed the sheets and ran the vacuum when needed. Plus, I live alone and there are very, very few people who ever enter my home; thus, my place was "clean enough." <div><br /></div><div>But then, the sun came out in all it's springtime glory about two weeks after I had surgery that has improved my vision dramatically! The surgery must have caused dirt, cobwebs and dust bunnies to appear everywhere. My switch plates suddenly became smudgy and the kitchen tile looked as if no one had cared for it in a long, long time. Don't even ask about what was happening inside my oven and fridge!</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, my great vision transformation has resulted in a need to do serious spring cleaning because now, my place is no longer, "clean enough!"</div>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-21627632979221835012024-03-13T08:28:00.001-04:002024-03-14T08:31:01.167-04:00SOL#24 March 13 If You Give a Child a Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIUDxRsD_mpvvZwH8XHquPdeXoJhCOcxXbYHX0nSctMOokYjC8wHKU7Tj7-82hj-fhj8AFFPd_wxyn03mdbljfcFMmeHXvxq8NtGJVIjGGZdEXnFJUL7eVD0IbzBqmHaftq1x0Ovjq33DEfVou6E0SGqEChRyYoLeMuadgPkOHyb5cgV2EwC36IqTPDKg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIUDxRsD_mpvvZwH8XHquPdeXoJhCOcxXbYHX0nSctMOokYjC8wHKU7Tj7-82hj-fhj8AFFPd_wxyn03mdbljfcFMmeHXvxq8NtGJVIjGGZdEXnFJUL7eVD0IbzBqmHaftq1x0Ovjq33DEfVou6E0SGqEChRyYoLeMuadgPkOHyb5cgV2EwC36IqTPDKg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I was going to reflect on the Dawn of the Pandemic,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But this real life slice begs to be told, today.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>"<i>Again?</i>" the little girl implored.</div><div><br /></div>"<i>Yes, we can read it again</i>," her Mom smiled as she turned back to the cover of <i>If You Give A Mouse a Cookie. </i>The little one leaned into her Momma clearly finding joy in the rhythm and rhyme of the classic. <div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, I was playing Sudoku on my phone as I had left my Kindle at home. I had not expected a crowded waiting room or a long wait in this Post-Covid era where the classic People magazines have disappeared.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>Again?</i>" the little girl begged as they finished the second read.</div><div><br /></div>"<i>Of course we can read it again</i>," her Mom sighed, clearly having put this book on a regular, waiting room-auto-read.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wanted to hop across the seats and join this reading experience. I didn't. Clearly, this was reading a partnership that valued the captive season of waiting rooms.</div><div><br /></div><div>Without staring, I observed the duo through a 3rd read. The Mom's phone dinged softly, suggesting she was getting texts or emails from someone. Yet, the duo became one as they embraced the moments waiting, together.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>As I write this, I do realize I could end this SOL here. But, there is a bit more to this story.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Not too many years ago, that experience would never have happened! Not too many years ago, little ones diagnosed with Downs Syndrome were sent to institutions at birth. Not too many years ago, this little one and her mom would never have known that <i><b>If You Give a Child a Story, They Will Ask For More</b></i></div>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-11493844107667051582024-03-12T08:48:00.003-04:002024-03-13T08:31:18.643-04:00#sol24 March 12 I Wish I Had<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQ8UQBl6OfRAnEBvu72egeOfLi61WXGB028h_Zfst7lXaikTBCWAW0HkPqCk_ODdayQvX7nEAs92HnHYtLPvS0cqvgKXs1Gg0zyijvowgIWgEl4Z8wPOobeNVj8AcVxLH2vLRWWzkmcYdwgPnLvdU5dJkjGLeKOsaod7aUI9obBCoZ6CLqd4Z5WtJkJY/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQ8UQBl6OfRAnEBvu72egeOfLi61WXGB028h_Zfst7lXaikTBCWAW0HkPqCk_ODdayQvX7nEAs92HnHYtLPvS0cqvgKXs1Gg0zyijvowgIWgEl4Z8wPOobeNVj8AcVxLH2vLRWWzkmcYdwgPnLvdU5dJkjGLeKOsaod7aUI9obBCoZ6CLqd4Z5WtJkJY/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>This month, I am participating in the SOL Writing Challenge. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm reading some incredibly reflective posts.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>I find myself growing increasingly reflective.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. I wish I had begun taking better care of my body when I was younger. I let the demands of my family and career dominate and did not put my needs first, ever. I got up early to iron and clean rather than exercise! I am doing much better in this area, now, but it's much harder with achy joints!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2. I wish I had taken more trips learning first hand how others live and work rather than just reading about life outside my own. I did not advocate for first hand explorations. I am doing better in that area as well, but it too is much harder with achy joints. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">3. I wish I had enjoyed every day of baby snuggles, toddler tantrums, and teenaged angst. It went by in a flash and while the memories are powerful, those days disappeared while I vacuumed and cooked. I have tried to soak up as much as I can with grandchildren, but they have their own busy lives, already.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">4. I wish I had been more respectful of the challenges of aging with relatives and friends. I remember being tired of talking about illnesses and pains. I remember how upset my mother was when I forgot her 48th wedding anniversary. It was the last week of school and all, but I really could have called! I am trying to be a more compassionate friend and relative now that my own discussions focus on health and my calendar is filled with appointments!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">5. I wish I had known when I was younger, what I know now. Life will be filled with bright sunshiny moments followed by sharp turns that knock you out of your seat. Life will be filled with happy days and many challenging days. Life is amazing but does not turn out the way you thought it would. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">6. I wish I had been less judgmental and more open to diverse viewpoints. Religion, politics, lifestyle choices, living arrangements. Now I know that the only value that matters is caring about others, even if they do not know of or care about you!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">7. I wish I had known how much I would miss those who have gone from this earthly life. I wish I could take back those years of stress and name them what they really were: an opportunity to give care.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hold on tight to those you love as the days are long and the years short.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I wish I had known we grow too soon old and too late smart!</i></b></span></div><p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-25042183858109527202024-03-11T06:55:00.001-04:002024-03-11T06:55:24.113-04:00#sol24 March11 Water, Water, Everywhere<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTs6tppjFfsGF3iEVhHCimS51VHUMyKO7Vb7qmROIGZz7lBoV8PsIrYuT62grNYJ62gV1sIBTeFkcjnla9igjDPHGwhnI9bMn3v9gMDigySUf5Pn6AqgFay_-5PZK2tCmZ_FFq-_6dV62xGPILEWBS7Y-iOvzuS5AL51KfHocso_iHhP3hX92tEsegYE/s273/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="273" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTs6tppjFfsGF3iEVhHCimS51VHUMyKO7Vb7qmROIGZz7lBoV8PsIrYuT62grNYJ62gV1sIBTeFkcjnla9igjDPHGwhnI9bMn3v9gMDigySUf5Pn6AqgFay_-5PZK2tCmZ_FFq-_6dV62xGPILEWBS7Y-iOvzuS5AL51KfHocso_iHhP3hX92tEsegYE/w172-h153/image.png" width="172" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I grew up under the influence of a <a href="https://www.britannica.com/biography/Rachel-Carson">Rachel Carson embracing </a>civil engineer who found his niche in protecting our water supply. Water was not something we took for granted. We knew <a href="https://www.nyc.gov/site/dep/water/drinking-water.page">those man made "lakes" in upstate NY made NYC possible</a>! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We learned early to turn off the water while we were brushing and to take environmentally responsible showers. We heard tales of a bathing just once a week and learned to take only the amount of water we would drink! We knew early on that watering your lawn would prevent the grass from developing the deeper roots it needed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It seemed that every year we were in some sort of drought emergency and water was being rationed. It seemed like brown, burnt lawns and dirty cars were just a way of life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I listened to the rain and the bone chilling winds the other night, I was pretty sure my basement would once again take on water. It did. Something about the water table being too high, they say. Mop and bleach again, I say.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I still take short showers and only use water to rinse my teeth, but I sure wish my dad was around to see how much water we have now! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>this picture was from earlier this winter, but the scene was the same</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>waterfront property, again</i></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWe1acAM0pQBCLdDrEtDJXYIp70xlGOiwfQ151MqPZlPRCQaSo72b5GdIHdHJekAg1BpHCjyjph5l60n3_iMni8vJuw59gqQZykKAa3iaf7LQ9uirEPAGo2N-PKPBtbmAi6vXjjOYf69divkF_r0M87Yd3S3kqi5zFjy0t5GdUM7y_xLlN3e4zY5yjnM/s253/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="152" data-original-width="253" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWe1acAM0pQBCLdDrEtDJXYIp70xlGOiwfQ151MqPZlPRCQaSo72b5GdIHdHJekAg1BpHCjyjph5l60n3_iMni8vJuw59gqQZykKAa3iaf7LQ9uirEPAGo2N-PKPBtbmAi6vXjjOYf69divkF_r0M87Yd3S3kqi5zFjy0t5GdUM7y_xLlN3e4zY5yjnM/s1600/image.png" width="253" /></a></div><br /><p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-35997602756256120852024-03-10T11:08:00.003-04:002024-03-10T11:08:38.245-04:00#sol24 March 10 Years Younger<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuN1wutiKEJal1UZTjyb9x5ROrioDzznHw80OrngNEKxdikU8ku2Txzekonn370LZenDZ76ovrMujT6q6Zm-EU1Bn3hjusihJCnSotC6IqTm9h5Cp08UTgaCKJgvHmM97DPawfHVWW1RB_Brb4OIXLmok8eg9Esgu27FyUJF57xPO0CIFbzpHDb0v2SI/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuN1wutiKEJal1UZTjyb9x5ROrioDzznHw80OrngNEKxdikU8ku2Txzekonn370LZenDZ76ovrMujT6q6Zm-EU1Bn3hjusihJCnSotC6IqTm9h5Cp08UTgaCKJgvHmM97DPawfHVWW1RB_Brb4OIXLmok8eg9Esgu27FyUJF57xPO0CIFbzpHDb0v2SI/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>I wore glasses most of my life; although, I did wear contact lenses for a few years. To be honest, my image of myself is with glasses and I reach for them even when I awake in the middle of the night and when I look at myself in the mirror. <p></p><p>Yet, all of a sudden, thanks to the miracle of cataract surgery in just one eye, I no longer need glasses to drive or walk through life!</p><p>To be honest, I have been concerned that I look much older without my glasses that I thought hid my wrinkles. I have been concerned I look much older without mascara (<i>which I must give up for a few while). </i>To be honest, I have been missing my glasses and my old life, until today.</p><p>"<i>You look 10 years younger</i>," she began, "<i>with your bright eyes dancing free of your glasses."\</i></p><p><i>"Are your serious?" I</i> asked, as I felt old, naked and exposed in this new format of me.</p><p><i>"Oh yes, she added</i>," you look great without glasses!</p><p>In my desire to be honest, I will likely be wearing glasses again to work on computers, to see up close, and to circumvent parts of my world. </p><p>Yet, today, a friend made my day! </p><p>Too bad that she too needs her eyes fixed!</p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-6719682375649314262024-03-09T07:48:00.000-05:002024-03-09T07:48:28.152-05:00SOL24 Marc 9 Aqua High School<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Z6vew91IyEZSdcREP2kbTqqaNeo96NCj1LPKq4WFit2fPHQVK1T-HU2NTm9_nEdRilvYuDUU8gojmBKHHFOs6dtefjXpZ8Wvy6KXJcrReXn23qcaBYtw9AqzJrZYm89nd8ThgL1NohDgkn_0arMPZkjvTREsvEMVUy8s-muOCAiw5FbSW011eRpB9og/s150/sol%2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Z6vew91IyEZSdcREP2kbTqqaNeo96NCj1LPKq4WFit2fPHQVK1T-HU2NTm9_nEdRilvYuDUU8gojmBKHHFOs6dtefjXpZ8Wvy6KXJcrReXn23qcaBYtw9AqzJrZYm89nd8ThgL1NohDgkn_0arMPZkjvTREsvEMVUy8s-muOCAiw5FbSW011eRpB9og/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><p>I've been out of the pool for the last week as my eye has been healing from surgery. I miss my friends and the exercise, But, today, I saw an ardent aquacise enthusiast. </p>"<i>I have to tell you this story</i>," she said smiling with an urgency I had never seen before. "<i>SO, I was at aquacise and this newer person to the class was in my usual space</i>," she began, "<i>and so I moved to a spot behind her. Then one of the regulars came in and told her she was in their spot. Moments later, they were splashing and attacking each other with pool noodles. It was a splash fest for sure. I decided to be the adult and moved between them stopping their fight and getting my hair wet. What a day!</i><p></p><p><i>"I muss aquacise so much," </i>I smiled. </p><p>As we went our separate ways, we simultaneously responded, "<i>It's like high school all over again</i>!"</p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-75843183471407896772024-03-08T07:26:00.002-05:002024-03-08T07:26:15.414-05:00#sol24 March 8 Family Games: Oh My<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPM-rdb7KgXHtJI-amfy3BLHJ3Bu9bcezi0UhyphenhyphenNocp96VVchpkBISQP2C1pttGlQv7i-HXKYxKXZhO5W8N7-w0suq1xXCZaq8LrtmP2qpeYXll8SivcqGfwRp7cd9e7sqNTkV96DXf5PV-2t614TVAzWzXb5Awz9QT1kaXCMvLc7Wn7sWc_o68M_zIsI/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPM-rdb7KgXHtJI-amfy3BLHJ3Bu9bcezi0UhyphenhyphenNocp96VVchpkBISQP2C1pttGlQv7i-HXKYxKXZhO5W8N7-w0suq1xXCZaq8LrtmP2qpeYXll8SivcqGfwRp7cd9e7sqNTkV96DXf5PV-2t614TVAzWzXb5Awz9QT1kaXCMvLc7Wn7sWc_o68M_zIsI/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Long ago, when I was growing up, we played lots of card and board games. In those days, there were no soccer or lacrosse practices to fill our evenings and weekends. Sometimes we played with parents, but often Scrabble, Monopoly Cribbage and Canasta marathons took place with siblings and friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As my own children were growing up, there were some, but fewer card and board games. Those bed time extender games of Candyland and Crazy 8 are memories that make me smile; but, the options to watch a movie or to play sports sucked up lots of those potential game playing hours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, looking ahead to the pending Easter holiday where I will not be gifting my grands candy, I've been exploring newer card and board games that I could gift wrap in big yellow bows. Most of my grands are approaching peak game playing (<i>in my opinion</i>) age in an era where endless video options are a click away. It has been an interesting and frustrating search </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have not, <b>yet</b>, ordered anything! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(<i>these are real games</i>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxRifoJIdWg18BCCeTIyk9q9zgUx-9MFOM4hdUR9_xRedoXKjz2P3FnGHGCrhyvo9wOsqAAif4s-yuaQKsoMiwTYcC5QxTG0cjMSkEzAIDjS8sBPOrDDhLsrrhwUySyTazmUiH26KrOuyZCsL9D6_c9dKqwG2Z8hmJDCxYwybdhz_1vyzwv7yRoNxI2aA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="284" data-original-width="223" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxRifoJIdWg18BCCeTIyk9q9zgUx-9MFOM4hdUR9_xRedoXKjz2P3FnGHGCrhyvo9wOsqAAif4s-yuaQKsoMiwTYcC5QxTG0cjMSkEzAIDjS8sBPOrDDhLsrrhwUySyTazmUiH26KrOuyZCsL9D6_c9dKqwG2Z8hmJDCxYwybdhz_1vyzwv7yRoNxI2aA=w92-h118" width="92" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwg-8vUL_g3oUuMJQVOM3xRuJy1qX0I0DqtwZEVTAzVS6I3Z6isaxT5ppd8duUqxlUMoT49rK1Bv4NeHpDjFgdTqfVAHT_opHNCuBUMCTkjSZpMWHmb948TmONM7_tlt5T2xcNnqlVmxLi3vq4gvdxiryVd-YJtq2C_P9I75JLUNlcfTxcToiJN-mheM/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwg-8vUL_g3oUuMJQVOM3xRuJy1qX0I0DqtwZEVTAzVS6I3Z6isaxT5ppd8duUqxlUMoT49rK1Bv4NeHpDjFgdTqfVAHT_opHNCuBUMCTkjSZpMWHmb948TmONM7_tlt5T2xcNnqlVmxLi3vq4gvdxiryVd-YJtq2C_P9I75JLUNlcfTxcToiJN-mheM/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /> I was pretty nervous and frankly looking forward to the one who would be administering just a wee bit of that happy juice.<p></p><p> "<i>What is your part time job?</i>" he asked looking at my chart where I had shared that I do a lot of personal as well as professional reading for my part time job. </p><p>"<i>I work with beginning teachers sharing strategies to support struggling readers and writers</i>," I smiled confident he was just making small talk and could care less about what I "did" when I wasn't dressed in a shapeless gown</p><p>He was quiet for a moment before sighing deeply and sharing softly, "<i>I'm 73 years old and I have had a successful career. I went to Ivy League colleges, and these days I also work part time, but I really can't read</i>." Then he looked me in the eye asking sincerely, "<i>Do you think it is too late for me</i>?"</p><p>"<i>What do you mean?"</i> I asked thinking about what a "non reader" might do in med school.</p><p>"<i>I read very slowly, syllable by syllable. It takes me double or triple the time it takes others. I've tried a few programs like Evelyn Woods, but I still read slowly."</i></p><p>I shared a few strategies to support fluency, but if I am honest, my mind was thinking about the burden of this now shared "<i>secret</i>" and the energy it took to complete his education. I wondered if teachers planted a seed of reading incompetence? I wondered if an overreliance on fluency as a measure of reading was the root of his issues? I thought about those readers I have known whose comprehension far exceeded their fluency. I thought about how he should be a model of perseverance for struggling readers everywhere. </p><p>I haven't stopped thinking of him.</p><p><br /></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-70785849301015884082024-03-06T07:43:00.005-05:002024-03-06T07:43:58.265-05:00#sol24 March6 Inside, Again<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXQthYnr1t7Sakco7GMeds9ScgHbPtGcsxuECj1jDVuLfrxIJW72CrJiuYgEpnHHM1_77O6V83CWk0lGG-yG6VMbmZAHRrNsqIsEBnUgTtTtzHaJHAArUOHwAPwKhwkhwA8KuXA14RYjun2G8CmweQD9G2ITz1MwZyyXb-p5H5weJiSPtosdG7wT5nkQ/s150/sol%2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXQthYnr1t7Sakco7GMeds9ScgHbPtGcsxuECj1jDVuLfrxIJW72CrJiuYgEpnHHM1_77O6V83CWk0lGG-yG6VMbmZAHRrNsqIsEBnUgTtTtzHaJHAArUOHwAPwKhwkhwA8KuXA14RYjun2G8CmweQD9G2ITz1MwZyyXb-p5H5weJiSPtosdG7wT5nkQ/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I have spent a big chunk of my life inside elementary schools. I was "that" teacher who created lessons to address diverse needs and IEPs based on data. I did the required bus, lunch, and class coverage duties with a smile and while I did not enjoy rainy mornings, I loved the chance to see students in diverse settings. I served on committees and volunteered to work on school based projects. Even in "retirement" I am lucky to support teachers to be all they can be, but from afar.<p></p><p>Rarely, these days, I find an invitation to be <b><i>inside</i></b> a school again, but when I do, my heart swells three sizes (<i>like</i> <i>the Grinch</i>) and I am invigorated by the energy of learning and growing students. Over the last few years, I have been a reader in a preschool class, a part of writing celebrations, an observer of sporting events, and a consumer of orchestra concerts. Now, I can add science fair visitor to my list of accomplishments.</p><p>While I must admit I do not like the politics that infiltrate school buildings and districts, I am very lucky to have spent so many hours <b><i>insid</i></b>e of schools. Today I felt that quiet energy that emanates from teachers, learners, musicians, and athletes doing the work if learning and growing that happens<i><b> inside</b></i> schools. It really felt good to be back<i><b> inside.</b></i></p><p><i>I am sharing a picture of a science fair, nestled temporarily <b>inside</b> a school gym, waiting for the energy of students and teachers. </i></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYcrkoN5K6MPK9Q3Nae2pCmCOBGSF9dofjnlQVAPAISlqQKY5KCZUnj1sLyabzEobJOGXlPlZyquqkC7OjZ2W0T8tSwzlfNX1eE9w0l-fLDr8SguzrwM6vlfTOypgsopV836QyitGtOH_6y4IwetIRh7qV_cFgqGwiBKfYpx1BvNN1eet8sC2t3Ml9yU/s4000/20240305_164013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYcrkoN5K6MPK9Q3Nae2pCmCOBGSF9dofjnlQVAPAISlqQKY5KCZUnj1sLyabzEobJOGXlPlZyquqkC7OjZ2W0T8tSwzlfNX1eE9w0l-fLDr8SguzrwM6vlfTOypgsopV836QyitGtOH_6y4IwetIRh7qV_cFgqGwiBKfYpx1BvNN1eet8sC2t3Ml9yU/w247-h185/20240305_164013.jpg" width="247" /></a><br /><br /></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-39050811173537876432024-03-04T21:02:00.005-05:002024-03-04T21:50:45.856-05:00SOL24 March 5 For the First Time<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeL3oSaHTV22y9bS3Wa-Rh0uvgwqFQVIPMIKzAE3VtmeYZyO_M5FrbzZsFhKBZ78bEe8kf_KJLaVNHWsYJd0lQsjtLe0eZ-yFjiPu32IsdJR3blkUAc2Rhzt2cy3Fco5gVLZIYyRkrv_VnWIxl_pRgwm4RDECvULgLCR2DMhz5hdw58mVXYTUmPkGgFj8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeL3oSaHTV22y9bS3Wa-Rh0uvgwqFQVIPMIKzAE3VtmeYZyO_M5FrbzZsFhKBZ78bEe8kf_KJLaVNHWsYJd0lQsjtLe0eZ-yFjiPu32IsdJR3blkUAc2Rhzt2cy3Fco5gVLZIYyRkrv_VnWIxl_pRgwm4RDECvULgLCR2DMhz5hdw58mVXYTUmPkGgFj8=w152-h152" width="152" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I remember the day each of us eager kindergarten students went eagerly down the hall and were screened for hearing and vision concerns. It felt like an honor to be chosen to show off what we could do, I thought I knew all the letters and clearly I didn't realize it at the time, but I failed both tests.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I went to the ENT and had surgery not long after. I also went to the eye doctor, soon after, and got my first glasses thanks to that mandatory screening. While I did wear contact lenses for a portion of my adult life, my glasses have always been part of who I am. Until today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"It's 20/20 for distance, perfect</i>," she said in a way that suggested she expected that results, "<i>throw those glasses away. By the way, you are </i><i>also are approved for night driving but, your close up vison will need support. To be honest, I suspect you will just need reading glasses."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>"But I NEED my glasses,"</i> I exclaim</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"O<i>ften long time glasses wearers, like you, feel like they need gkasses so they wear bifocals with clear lenses on top, because wearing glasses is what feels better. </i><i>Ultimately, it's your choice," </i>she smiled, "<i>and I suggest you wait a few weeks to make your decision. I promise you are going to adjust to perfect vision.</i>" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It felt weird and strange, but I drove home without glasses, for the first time ever.</div><p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-6683007775225949122024-03-04T09:05:00.002-05:002024-03-04T09:05:19.886-05:00#sol24 March 4 After Winter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnfNNgv6jJh3vVH5Ymm5B7phZGk0u6pAaJzXOjKJPiW-vj3AF20qDqAEZD_msAJhdm21Mf0Z4iysHWqmFuDyt8b1bW64WPBG7h3i2-TfH331jU3j1tbUTjvviUoKHhvFDyWcb1L2Vqe4NZVhpFFanWcmZvAmYB8H1Psjv_tIHAKBFE9Hvl0Yq_d1IQ5o/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnfNNgv6jJh3vVH5Ymm5B7phZGk0u6pAaJzXOjKJPiW-vj3AF20qDqAEZD_msAJhdm21Mf0Z4iysHWqmFuDyt8b1bW64WPBG7h3i2-TfH331jU3j1tbUTjvviUoKHhvFDyWcb1L2Vqe4NZVhpFFanWcmZvAmYB8H1Psjv_tIHAKBFE9Hvl0Yq_d1IQ5o/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Day 4 of the Two Writing Teachers SOL Challenge</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">The sun was bright, temps climbing,</div><div style="text-align: center;">After 22 hours of cold, dreary rain,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Donned a hat, found the sunglasses,</div><div style="text-align: center;">After a day of cold, dreary rain,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Headed outside</div><div style="text-align: center;">After a day with Netflix.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It appeared everyone felt the same,</div><div style="text-align: center;">After the day of darkness,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Walking through the late winter park</div><div style="text-align: center;">After days stuck inside.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>They</i></b> were nestled near the brook</div><div style="text-align: center;">A clear sign of spring & hope,</div><div style="text-align: center;">After a long gray season. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWmOR24fzyexB5Lxd8B8856X7cIhQM1_vN1G35CIPb5kvv1VFBHHCXnF3ZHxksiIEtkCz5XOO7KF0JkaOk6DdYO0ozSYpW2QOL-HtGVe30_ERMHIc9DVAp1DyyTY3uCZ9TgXlgUveQsLtQ9kt7meGhSHuXB6Rw0GTcbhV0pJ7MaRdBsBhwW_-HwSo2F8c" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="514" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWmOR24fzyexB5Lxd8B8856X7cIhQM1_vN1G35CIPb5kvv1VFBHHCXnF3ZHxksiIEtkCz5XOO7KF0JkaOk6DdYO0ozSYpW2QOL-HtGVe30_ERMHIc9DVAp1DyyTY3uCZ9TgXlgUveQsLtQ9kt7meGhSHuXB6Rw0GTcbhV0pJ7MaRdBsBhwW_-HwSo2F8c=w239-h143" width="239" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-77197298749581434722024-03-03T06:58:00.000-05:002024-03-03T06:58:43.099-05:00#sol24 March 3 When You Get the Shivers<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1C_aYrI_pMVXg4hyR4G4zWzbk1XeD43AbaBRP12dYEJKjtqp9W28D4i1zFTFlkzNsAfZioi8UE4BykU9h3Fy2-HtvZF8UslCKHN6GggNyhtdMoLm25G2P6gNUaQUxHfogOYYC03Yqa0lxC87Arlm7CWIj04VjhIh5MMOHNgbfx7Rpg2GIDBVlRp-w0os/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1C_aYrI_pMVXg4hyR4G4zWzbk1XeD43AbaBRP12dYEJKjtqp9W28D4i1zFTFlkzNsAfZioi8UE4BykU9h3Fy2-HtvZF8UslCKHN6GggNyhtdMoLm25G2P6gNUaQUxHfogOYYC03Yqa0lxC87Arlm7CWIj04VjhIh5MMOHNgbfx7Rpg2GIDBVlRp-w0os/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Day 3 of the Annual Two Writing Teacher SOL Challenge</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am not proud of this, but I spent much too much time in the sun as a life guard back when I was young, and I never wore sunglasses! I slathered myself in baby oil and sat in the sun. Ugh. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To be honest, I never even had prescription sun glasses until a few year ago! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Therefore, I had my first cataract surgery the other day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>PSA - wear sunglasses!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fortunately, medicine has come along way integrating laser technology into this world! Thanks to those of us who are aging baby boomers, business is literally <b><span style="font-size: medium;">booming</span></b>! At the "Eye Surgery Center" near me, they literally line you up and roll you through the production line of reappointed old factory! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yet, the angst of any surgery is real even if you are facing a 2 minute procedure and I got the "shivers" and "shakes" as I awaited my turn in the laser!. A kind nurse noticed and emerged with a most welcome heated blanket. My body and mind relaxed almost instantly. As I awaited my turn and a "new" lease on life, I began to reflect on my last heated blanket. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While memories of childbirth have pretty much faded over the years, I do remember the warmth of that heated blanket that quieted not only shivering, but also my heart beating outside my chest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><br /> <p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-71030076804117738222024-03-02T08:31:00.000-05:002024-03-02T08:31:04.025-05:00#sol24 March 2 An Act of Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRvusY9k_zhLyz38uVdNoqkShtNW3_JjeEweatVTzmbzxed39TkNGWr-rMOgc3NIVSmTeQyym8X4EGUWZxCcT9ail9PYtmEooepbAppIU_YDdIoNiqUVZIkg6liO-vQHCcGDg8Vx3k2tujAc8jf0kVW0gvD_yv_ZYZpRiIMDAThva4TZv01SQWzLFEdA/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRvusY9k_zhLyz38uVdNoqkShtNW3_JjeEweatVTzmbzxed39TkNGWr-rMOgc3NIVSmTeQyym8X4EGUWZxCcT9ail9PYtmEooepbAppIU_YDdIoNiqUVZIkg6liO-vQHCcGDg8Vx3k2tujAc8jf0kVW0gvD_yv_ZYZpRiIMDAThva4TZv01SQWzLFEdA/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Day 2 of the Two Writing Teacher Slice of Life Challenge</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>"<i>Do you know <u>Matilda</u>?</i>" she asked confident I would have no idea about the Roald Dahl classic.<div><br /></div><div>"<i><u>Matilda </u>had just been published when I read it to your Mom</i>," I said reflecting on that week, long ago, when Mono ravaged her Mom's body and I struggled to keep her Mom awake! My mind wandered to a memory of that <b>read-aloud</b>. </div><div><br /></div><div>The little one continued talking about <i><u>Matilda</u></i> while my mind wandered to a long-ago after recess<b> read aloud</b> of <i><u>Where the Caged Bird Sings</u> </i>in Ms. Huber's class. I caught glimpses of that <b>read-aloud</b> as I pushed into sixth grade for reading support; I had to borrow the book as I was as mesmerized as her students. '</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought of that (last)<b> read-aloud</b> to my Dad, her great-grandfather, who was too weak to hold the newspaper (<i>New York Times, Maureen Dowd</i>). Then, as minds sometimes do, I thought about that <i>last</i> <b>read-aloud</b> to my brother, her great Uncle, who we knew would be gone before my article would be published (<i>Including Matthew: Assessment Guided Instruction</i>).</div><div><br /></div><div>Those bittersweet read aloud memories were joined by a recent glimpse of a much loved newborn and her grandmother sharing a Madeline. I could imagine the power of that read-aloud to plant seeds of love that will intermingle with roots from long ago, <i><span style="font-family: inherit;">"...</span></i><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">l</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">ived twelve little girls, i</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">n two straight lines..."</span></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;"> </span></span></i></div><div>I thought about Kate DiCamillo who said something about <b>reading aloud</b> being an act of love.</div><div><i style="color: #021e42;"><span face="Poppins, sans-serif"><br /></span></i></div><div><i style="color: #021e42;"><span face="Poppins, sans-serif">“</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Reading aloud ushers us into a third place, a safe room, it’s a room where everyone involved, reader and the listener, can put down their defenses and lower their guard."</span></i></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #021e42;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #021e42;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-17505176795269164212024-03-01T07:09:00.000-05:002024-03-01T07:09:09.012-05:00#sol24 March 1 Back, Again<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaopnWghKLjRVmzzSVWDZPK_ZBiiZkV5PbDqezGte48274-OUpoTkdn3v1WR3VsUXVkG_S7C2oTERCi9ZJ3xIy4uVq-yDRcMJurMZu3xfNp0IooloMk4TuQerocJOgbFSwSG1ZAdgPNRv8uzkg6TCknWuW6SqnQSQwZG8GvkMYNEtsxMuUviLKASVQUo8/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaopnWghKLjRVmzzSVWDZPK_ZBiiZkV5PbDqezGte48274-OUpoTkdn3v1WR3VsUXVkG_S7C2oTERCi9ZJ3xIy4uVq-yDRcMJurMZu3xfNp0IooloMk4TuQerocJOgbFSwSG1ZAdgPNRv8uzkg6TCknWuW6SqnQSQwZG8GvkMYNEtsxMuUviLKASVQUo8/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm participating, again, in the </i><i>Annual Slice of Life Challenge.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>I was</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Busy, worried, a wife, mother, sister, cousin, caregiver.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Making appointments, ordering groceries.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fulltime teacher managing IEPs and reading programs,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Part-time Grad School teacher supporting Teachers,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some days, I left home at 6 and returned at 11.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lifelong learner embracing</div><div style="text-align: center;">Google, Wilson, Fundations, IEPs,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Exhausted commuter,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hesitant, reluctant participant in </div><div style="text-align: center;">March SOL Challenge</div><div style="text-align: center;">Year 1</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>I am </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Proud Mom to wonderful adult children & spouses<br /> Blessed Meme to six amazing grandchildren,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who are learning to talk, read, write, think, ride bikes,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grateful teacher to newbie teachers,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who are struggling with IEPs, reading curricula,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lifelong learner embracing </div><div style="text-align: center;">Aquacise, yoga, book clubs and pickleball,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eager participant</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wordle, Connections, & Spelling Bee,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Longstanding participant in</div><div style="text-align: center;">March SOL Challenge,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hesitant but excited?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bring on Year 13!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-12842185670033560512024-02-27T07:07:00.000-05:002024-02-27T07:07:13.929-05:00#sol24 Before the SOL Challenge<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaopnWghKLjRVmzzSVWDZPK_ZBiiZkV5PbDqezGte48274-OUpoTkdn3v1WR3VsUXVkG_S7C2oTERCi9ZJ3xIy4uVq-yDRcMJurMZu3xfNp0IooloMk4TuQerocJOgbFSwSG1ZAdgPNRv8uzkg6TCknWuW6SqnQSQwZG8GvkMYNEtsxMuUviLKASVQUo8/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaopnWghKLjRVmzzSVWDZPK_ZBiiZkV5PbDqezGte48274-OUpoTkdn3v1WR3VsUXVkG_S7C2oTERCi9ZJ3xIy4uVq-yDRcMJurMZu3xfNp0IooloMk4TuQerocJOgbFSwSG1ZAdgPNRv8uzkg6TCknWuW6SqnQSQwZG8GvkMYNEtsxMuUviLKASVQUo8/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Before the SOL Challenge begins</div><div style="text-align: center;">There will be </div><div style="text-align: center;">Busy days and three sleeps.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There will be</div><div style="text-align: center;">Classes, workouts, dinners, laughs.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There will be </div><div style="text-align: center;">Groceries, cleaning, laundry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There will also be</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sunrises, sunsets, and a<i> surgery.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">My anxiety about accepting the SOL Challenge</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is about the same as the anxiety about the <i>surgery!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-59674123816241704962024-02-20T15:05:00.004-05:002024-02-20T15:05:55.937-05:00#sol24 Those Minutes Really Do Fly By<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCieBd3Eepk8ldkmQw0mMILbgkFUj42NivymErjYAeU9CivGIYGCLATE6-3TVkiHlrqkZ_kn-lmLDHdMwr3EVm0Z7JkdgtxpumVR8uGSOZwtZHuVbYVRwDJy_corl38IvifXAxcl1hXIGwAdHLYaXXeZZ6nUL4elhjZ1A0_NzAnAzvPQXez_vWCc_2XjU/s150/sol%2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCieBd3Eepk8ldkmQw0mMILbgkFUj42NivymErjYAeU9CivGIYGCLATE6-3TVkiHlrqkZ_kn-lmLDHdMwr3EVm0Z7JkdgtxpumVR8uGSOZwtZHuVbYVRwDJy_corl38IvifXAxcl1hXIGwAdHLYaXXeZZ6nUL4elhjZ1A0_NzAnAzvPQXez_vWCc_2XjU/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"<i>The days are long but the years are short,</i>" experienced parents would offer as I raced from basketball, to field hockey to baseball to orchestra....... I nodded in agreement even if I was not sure I would survive managing kids' activities in a rural area. In true confession, I appreciated the basketball timer that seemed to keep the length of a game in tact and dreaded those (seemingly) endless baseball games. There were days I felt as if I lived in the car. Yet the years did fly by in a matter of what <b><i>now</i></b> appears to have been <b><i>minutes.</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I thought about those parents as I stood recently at a in a crowded gym where <b><i>my</i></b> little ones just learning the ropes tried to use their "moves" in matches that really were measured in <i><b>minutes</b></i>. I also thought about those parents as I sat in a crowded pool watching my little one in heats that really were measured in <b><i>minutes.</i></b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These days, I am grateful for minutes with my little ones. These days I am keenly aware that, "<i>The hours are long but the minutes fly by.</i>"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIvWTK9GMwzhFsMAX8MTEI_SSmwslrTCgOOcTpk0kh0lho9LvUWEmInVNrgbmVsI28rY5UeB2M7Zj4g_n832-twza2fm36xh6Js-ZUHDt02dSFN5jbLXpX4P4q9985I1Nny-Gx98wscryZkYUQPrIPdzqJQwE5xa2Iy6Q0RfFdNKSiN0L5JXX-Ehoxck/s4000/20240204_140544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIvWTK9GMwzhFsMAX8MTEI_SSmwslrTCgOOcTpk0kh0lho9LvUWEmInVNrgbmVsI28rY5UeB2M7Zj4g_n832-twza2fm36xh6Js-ZUHDt02dSFN5jbLXpX4P4q9985I1Nny-Gx98wscryZkYUQPrIPdzqJQwE5xa2Iy6Q0RfFdNKSiN0L5JXX-Ehoxck/w120-h90/20240204_140544.jpg" width="120" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiI1xq0OSa6eipzFiQdbrFzK5q8f3avkyI5IYLVwGNwiNE3iJl-tAbqQDFO3hqQUC5ScO-BT3a0VKN6EK9lVbU7FrWLfREkVLpMKprAXyRC_SKdwClHJ94Lx4T9EWs3wHlPmS2nvJSVIX9n8thFMd5o3_U56JiFuFLGodn2-nO6gvFBGWOXhf7Ow4m9hE/s4000/20240210_112844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="88" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiI1xq0OSa6eipzFiQdbrFzK5q8f3avkyI5IYLVwGNwiNE3iJl-tAbqQDFO3hqQUC5ScO-BT3a0VKN6EK9lVbU7FrWLfREkVLpMKprAXyRC_SKdwClHJ94Lx4T9EWs3wHlPmS2nvJSVIX9n8thFMd5o3_U56JiFuFLGodn2-nO6gvFBGWOXhf7Ow4m9hE/w118-h88/20240210_112844.jpg" width="118" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-82908572662717064032024-02-13T09:23:00.005-05:002024-02-13T16:16:08.836-05:00#sol24 Still Snow Exciting<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtceXRJ4WLoY5AaW5_z4dzX0Bre3mum3F7sBW6ipOEsmgwLKC_dsgIkOgUDDZarZO4uCcnGeI1CF5GwWSRnmxhGDd2FabXuap49wrmWE9-8OtV3TuS7ISkyzPq-D1MujT0tfJTaEVxZJh_kbT_hOE_lsy9q-5e8BtGoejqvYE2slkVWbmwnM8byew3nDY/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtceXRJ4WLoY5AaW5_z4dzX0Bre3mum3F7sBW6ipOEsmgwLKC_dsgIkOgUDDZarZO4uCcnGeI1CF5GwWSRnmxhGDd2FabXuap49wrmWE9-8OtV3TuS7ISkyzPq-D1MujT0tfJTaEVxZJh_kbT_hOE_lsy9q-5e8BtGoejqvYE2slkVWbmwnM8byew3nDY/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Long ago, I put a spoon under my pillow,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wore pajamas backwards</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Woke early, listened anxiously to the radio</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In anticipation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Long ago, I put the phone near my pillow</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Woke early to spread the news</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dutifully completed the snow chain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Excited for the day ahead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today, I still slept fitfully</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Woke early to watch the snow fall</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thought of my students</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gearing up for a remote teaching day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can't imagine the challenges</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Keeping distracted students engaged </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On a SNOWY DAY,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For me,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's still snow exciting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZLWsf9r8-dFKT2evMTMOGQhdq8Hqwmsff7qcJV607wM6C52VH7K-7GpBE67oPnyJlaFqDL4zsyvL4vSWz-KrvDPOqzDiSv5rvar4lLKZrpNioJ1YAN5otPbed6gdRQlb9lGV-xYcf16_3sMqH5oAa_1XbDqBqVNuakUn7boYd-_CuK4Dh87fR7zTdtw/s4000/20240213_092629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZLWsf9r8-dFKT2evMTMOGQhdq8Hqwmsff7qcJV607wM6C52VH7K-7GpBE67oPnyJlaFqDL4zsyvL4vSWz-KrvDPOqzDiSv5rvar4lLKZrpNioJ1YAN5otPbed6gdRQlb9lGV-xYcf16_3sMqH5oAa_1XbDqBqVNuakUn7boYd-_CuK4Dh87fR7zTdtw/w231-h173/20240213_092629.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-73698680193410494972023-12-19T12:44:00.004-05:002023-12-19T12:44:59.384-05:00#sol23 A Slice of Waterfront Property<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSDgdzp5z_nA-hQXOvJwvuvXpdC2vFoFO64JUlnlZA7Y70xlusNJ97UGd14t6Pkyjgz0pSZJ2ZTEqpdNOORLIchJ3qs0ph4wVGeZC1_kHgnq2JzWql-QZzBHi2R3V_i3TsrwgARvp1P-Tm2vfH3xpI_vHjaSuYkB03_Zh095eE54GJVMU3lvARllkhh90" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="273" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSDgdzp5z_nA-hQXOvJwvuvXpdC2vFoFO64JUlnlZA7Y70xlusNJ97UGd14t6Pkyjgz0pSZJ2ZTEqpdNOORLIchJ3qs0ph4wVGeZC1_kHgnq2JzWql-QZzBHi2R3V_i3TsrwgARvp1P-Tm2vfH3xpI_vHjaSuYkB03_Zh095eE54GJVMU3lvARllkhh90=w177-h157" width="177" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have long yearned for waterfront property</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A house or even a condo right on the ocean</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Is not realistic</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Prices are insane,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hurricanes keep on coming,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, my dream has not faded!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've recently wondered if a house or condo on a lake</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Might be possible.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The price is less,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> The risk from a hurricane is reduced,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The view might just do?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yesterday's storm offered me a chance</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To try out a waterfront property</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Right in my own backyard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To the enjoyment of at least one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These once in a lifetime storms</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seem to be happening a few times a year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yet, even hauling wet rugs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Has not dulled my dream</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of a waterfront view!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJZrwdNpUpQhK8e8cuo9C-ApceNGfGABNihnFzxoXDyVy_06cILTiwsoIXSMf9zOl4na1TCSb3sckNJxhHDcrFD2yzJO-ymMKVlg9Nw_NsFL9iRR2o3vriRuWRxHh5q_5SiYeG9wcEdvSXk1QrLLuufP1yG19Nd_duB_tQrLXhxEoPYCPGxInHHcYiRa8" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-61342779512932850422023-12-12T11:56:00.003-05:002023-12-12T12:22:41.750-05:00#sol24 December 12 A Slice of Prayer<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_H8Nux2EJMmrnECc3xf85HrMqvkc7ql9TdKWGAlKRpV1k9gdiCRRzGlEb7UiqKmbZIrz83RJifRR_Htia5vf3_RpwNRfUft0UGXooC7qBCSpb1DtZyhx2N9cAmsWVtslAM3_5u2QU1idIBKdX_mhvdbjtJOKwQLyng5ODP3xwKFCvoK2hbtw2CU1PfeE/s150/sol%2015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_H8Nux2EJMmrnECc3xf85HrMqvkc7ql9TdKWGAlKRpV1k9gdiCRRzGlEb7UiqKmbZIrz83RJifRR_Htia5vf3_RpwNRfUft0UGXooC7qBCSpb1DtZyhx2N9cAmsWVtslAM3_5u2QU1idIBKdX_mhvdbjtJOKwQLyng5ODP3xwKFCvoK2hbtw2CU1PfeE/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was feeling quite self absorbed</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I slid into the pool for my early morning Cardio class,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Papers to read, gifts to make, things to buy,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Squabbles to squelch, tensions to defuse, decisions to make,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"<i>Exercise early to get it done</i>," I thought to myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">December is always a busy month where we are encouraged</div><div style="text-align: center;">To look beyond ourselves and to put others first, </div><div style="text-align: center;">To give gifts of time and service to others,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>For the lucky ones</b>, </div><div style="text-align: center;">It is filled with family, friends, and goodies,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>For the lucky ones,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is filled with parties, gatherings and stress!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"<i>I'm a bit distracted this morning and may not have my A game,"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">The leader shared softly, </div><div style="text-align: center;">"<i>my young friend is facing a long surgery in the city today.</i>"</div><div style="text-align: center;">My clearly first world problems melted.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My thoughts and prayers shifted </div><div style="text-align: center;">To where they should have been all along.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So this post is a <b>prayer </b>for that young man</div><div style="text-align: center;">And the huge mountain he and his loved ones face</div><div style="text-align: center;">Along with all those facing uphill</div><div style="text-align: center;">Battles with illness, stress, sadness</div><div style="text-align: center;">All those alone or lonely.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This slice is a prayer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclJRHoTm_UWLq3J6JW3yfk9L7SKteQDND8DPriyj7wSttAjBHhJpyl997yxwm2lryBxaUfKbclCNRzRyd8X0zvX4Whr7Zj4RbjV-kbG-DHYA1259BX3HBu24qrOmAo8_-FDt33nbOhVSNG-VCsJmi0ez3whCskIQQL-W1GF7gAG_6IvuXMiVjGSYFdWA/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Long ago, the images of the war</div><div style="text-align: center;">The growing death count</div><div style="text-align: center;">Arrived only with the evening news</div><div style="text-align: center;">On radio or later television,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The personal stories rarely told.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet, the words and images</div><div style="text-align: center;">Impacted even those far away</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, the news and images of atrocities </div><div style="text-align: center;">Arrive quickly with details</div><div style="text-align: center;">Filling continual news and social media</div><div style="text-align: center;">With personal stories and faces</div><div style="text-align: center;">With images of lives and livelihoods lost,</div><div style="text-align: center;">That live in our heads and ravage our hearts,</div><div style="text-align: center;">No matter who, what or where we are.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I've struggled over the past few days,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've thought about the Fred Rogers quote</div><div style="text-align: center;">Circulated in the days after 9-1-1</div><div style="text-align: center;">We all need to help, donate, pray for peace.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><p></p><div class="quoteDetails fullLine" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; float: left; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 12.5px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; width: 625px; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="quoteText" style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px 5px 10px 0px;"><div style="background-color: transparent; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">“<i>When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, <br /></i><i><span> </span>my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. <br /></i><i>You will always find people who are helping.”<br /></i>―<span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span class="authorOrTitle" style="color: #333333; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;">Fred Rogers</span></div></div></div><div class="quoteDetails fullLine" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; float: left; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 12.5px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; width: 625px; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="quoteFooter" style="font-style: normal;"></div></div>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143907991696731390.post-81563601280499575152023-09-12T16:56:00.000-04:002023-09-12T16:56:09.053-04:00#sol23 Workshops AND SoR<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGAGCN3d1asGmMy-FcgisT0KGrah2JuMcw6CxXcOsTRq-xjssTjxyIoHNxRGReuMuITPrYuqC-1ZWIklfHlcYtSTr-APBTyNQnVoL49kLRvnHTfvbqCr_4Br_7r-iiIk0SrsKihnn37ThV4AzcfkJ04HTYL3LSYyRAwaX3HIEyn08e4tSTu9SgBvd018/s150/sol%2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGAGCN3d1asGmMy-FcgisT0KGrah2JuMcw6CxXcOsTRq-xjssTjxyIoHNxRGReuMuITPrYuqC-1ZWIklfHlcYtSTr-APBTyNQnVoL49kLRvnHTfvbqCr_4Br_7r-iiIk0SrsKihnn37ThV4AzcfkJ04HTYL3LSYyRAwaX3HIEyn08e4tSTu9SgBvd018/s1600/sol%2015.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Yes, I've read and looked critically at the hype on <a href="https://improvingliteracy.org/brief/science-reading-basics" target="_blank">Science of Reading, as my "job" in a Graduate School of Education means I must stay on top of "What's Hot." I've e</a>ncouraged teachers to embrace the new name for the 5 pillars of literacy, NOT just phonics. <p></p><p>Yes, I pushed to bring <a href="https://www.wilsonlanguage.com/programs/fundations/">Fundatio</a>ns, many years ago, into my school believing that a set phonics/word study program would support decoding and spelling. I researched and looked critically at the program. It was NEVER meant to be a READING program. </p><p>Yes, I've read and looked critically at <a href="https://explicitinstruction.org/anita-l-archer-phd/">Anita Archer,</a> and other's work on Explicit Teaching and recognize the benefits of direct instruction in some aspects of language learning. I agree there are concepts/skills/ times when direct teaching is beneficial.</p><p>Yes, I've read and looked critically at <a href="https://www.weareteachers.com/scarboroughs-rope/">Scarborough's Rope T</a>heory and recognize the benefit of considering reading as as the complex activity it is. </p><p>Yes, I also look critically at as well as embrace Reading & Writing Workshops that have changed teaching and learning in many positive ways and have supported generations of students who embrace reading not just as a task but as a means to learn and grow and connect. </p><p>Yes, I was surprised this week when I read that <a href="https://www.tc.columbia.edu/curriculum-and-teaching/literacy-specialist/the-reading--writing-project/">Teachers College Reading and Writing Program</a> had been disbanded, even though I have heard teachers talking about the end of Reading Records and Balanced Literacy. I'm not sure how much the renaming will change things or if the political and economic climate are factors.</p><p>Yes, I've been in this business long enough to know that there is no one way to reach all readers and those of us who want to reach everyone need to embrace the 5 Pillars of Reading along with meaningful ways to grow readers and writers, in spaces where they read books they enjoy and write about meaningful topics.</p><p>Yes, in my opinion, we need to focus less on the business of selling programs and more on empowering teachers to reach all the diverse students in their classes.</p><p>Yes, this is a bit of a rant. Thanks for letting get my thoughts down on paper,</p>drferreriblogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com4