SOL26: Day6: That Sweater

This month, I am linking with Two Writing Teachers' Slice of Life group sharing bits and pieces of life. A few days ago, Julie shared about an old jacket that stirred memories, and while I was putting away a sweater purchased many years ago, the memories came flooding back to me.  Julie's post 

Why we went there?

On a rainy spring afternoon,

Six months after the accident 

Altering the direction of their lives.

After a long ride, plenty of laughs, some tears,

We found the last stop for J Crew clothing,

Odd sizes, strange designs, bizarre colors,

Some uglier than you can imagine.

Under flickering flourescents,

Nestled in a sea of pants, coats

We found this a sweater that 

Looked like grandma had pieced by hand.

She went from  high school to college, 

Spent years earning a doctorate until

Stretched like the famous Mitten

She retired to my closet.

Threadbare and blessed with holes,

She waits for days when 

I need a hug, or to

Savor the memories.

SOL26: March5: You Deserve Flowers

 This month, I am writing with the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life community. Today's slice is a Before That Poem about dreaded appointments. I tried several forms before I settled on this one!  

"Onto the next appointment," I sighed wondering if my luck would hold, while holding my tulips tightly in the bag where I keep my notebook, hopes and dreams.

"You deserve flowers," I thought as I skipped out of the building grabbing some yellow tulips near the door.

"I looked over all the lab reports and data from the last year. I have to say you are stable,!" she smiled before she added a few ifs, ands and buts about returning....

"My blood pressure is going to be through the roof," I thought as I waited for what seemed to be an eternity but really was just the status quo for doctors' offices. 

"Show me the way," I told Google Maps and headed to the appointment, thinking about every possible excuse I could and dreading the imminent scolding.

"I'm thinking spring," I thought as I donned a light weight top, even though it was snowing last night, hoping the cheerful colors would brighten my mood!

"I'll take that appointment," I said very reluctantly to the person inquiring when I was going to come back to see this doctor, as I was overdue.

"I hope time will help," I steamed as I exited the glass monolith, not agreeing with her, in my opinion, aggressive, plan. 

"I don't see any way around it," the doctor said shaking her head. "You are going to have to have to at some point, but take a few weeks to think it over!" 

SOL26: March 4: I'll Need Gas

This month, I am writing with the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life community every day. Yesterday, I decided to stop for gas even though I did not "need" it. If you live in California, please skip this post about gas prices you would consider to be bargain!

I've driven cars with a focus on gas-mileage since the Arab-Oil-Embargo when most of you were not even born. Compact, sub-compact, standard-transmission, and even diesel cars have been parts of my personal fleet over the years even when prices were less of a consideration. "It's best for the environment," I believe.

Yesterday, I drove by my usual station in gas-friendly-New Jersey and decided against stopping as I was still half full. But I did note the (still) user friendly $3.09 price.  This morning, as I raced to an early morning class, I noticed more-than-the-usual-number of cars at the station. I also noticed the price had risen to $3.29.  

The snow and hail were demanding my attention on the way home, and I blinked to make sure I was reading the sign correctly, but yes, the price was even higher, $3.41. I stopped because, let's face it, I would need gas before prices came down. 

I can only imagine the impact on petrol prices in California, Sicily, Iceland where even these higher NJ prices would be considered bargains???

SOL26: March 3: Jolt of Joe

During March, I write daily with the Two Writing Teacher Slice of Life group sharing bits and pieces of my life. Sometimes, the "slices" are really "sips."

I stopped going to Dunkin regularly a while ago; however, every once in a while, after a fitful night or after an intense workout, my car finds its way into the lot seeking a Jolt of Joe.  Yesterday was one of those days and the fact that I found 4 singles in an old purse headed to the trash seemed to justify my actions. 

There was a customer in front of me pawing through her purse. I assumed she was in search of a means to pay for her coffee but there was a panic in her movements suggesting something more was at stake. I must admit I felt a bit of annoyance in the moment before my Lenten promise to do "acts of kindness" stopped that annoyed sigh in its tracks.

"I've got it," I said to the cashier putting my found-cash on the counter.  "We've all forgotten our wallets," I chuckled to take away the tension. She nodded her gratitude as I ordered my own cup, this time whipping out the Visa card. 

She was still standing there as I prepared to leave, so I queried if she was ok. That created a watershed moment where the tears rolled and I suggested we sit down in in one of those comfy plastic chairs designed to be easily disinfected. She was quiet for a minute and then whispered, "He called to tell me he was being deployed. I'm a mess." 

The headlines flashed through my mind as I reached across the table, mom-to-mom. There were no words needed. There was nothing I could do to make the situation easier. However, I am sure we both needed a Jolt of Joe, at that moment, in order to get through that moment.

SOL26: March 2: Piles of Crocs

I am writing as part of the Slice of Life Story Challenge to write every day in March.  Here is a slice of my day, yesterday.  

I started the afternoon in a large, windowless gymnasium where guests and grandparents were sent to await the "big event" that was, of course, running behind schedule. 

There were lots of boys clad in competition swimsuits and team-logo caps tossing every kind of ball imaginable along the floor and in the air. Those who could not find a ball, tossed balled up socks, bags of chips or their Crocs! The sounds of excited eight year-olds playing air and floor hockey, volley and basketball, as well as boy-in-the-middle echoed off the walls. Some of the rowdiest took to frenetic games of jumping over swim bags or piles of Crocs! The noise was deafening; yet, the boys and those parents assigned to protect them from serious injury seemed as if the scenario was a normal part of a swim meet delay. 

To be honest, to me it seemed like an absolute worst case, after a month-long indoor recess scene from a teacher nightmare! Then, in an instant, they were silent and bouncing down the stairs to their destination where all that energy was put to good use!  They smiled and talked softly to each other as they waited patiently for their turn to jump into the pool, and swim back and forth with all their might! I even overhead that at least some of them were tired after they located their Crocs and headed home.

SOL26: March 1: I'm Excited

Today is the first day of Two Writing Teacher's Slice of Life Challenge. During the month of March, I'll be focusing my writing on bits and pieces of life. This first slice is about me.

I'm excited to be "slicing" again, year fifteen,

To "meet" new slicers and reconnect with "friends,"

I'm ready for the reminder that we are all inspired

To write more with comments from our readers.

I'm anxious to exercise my writing muscle and become inspired

To work on unfinished, masterpieces littering cyberspace.

I'm concerned about the state of our country and the world, holding on

To a belief that both our environment and the "good guys" will prevail.

I'm an avid consumer of paper, kindle, kid, books, news, dreams, I hope

To make this world a slightly better place for all those I meet.

I'm thankful for my busy agenda with students, meets, museums,  

To be teach, share, catch Broadway shows.

I'm grateful to be living this chapter with lots of coffee, aquacise, music,

To have the honor of watching my grands grow, explore their world,

I'm living my best life with lots of bruises, some apprehension, gratified

To have faith, hope, and people I love.

February 26: As Winter Gives Way

On Monday, as a State of Emergency kept everyone at home this gigantic snow-person was born. I have been driving past every day watching the clearly forlorn creature.

Kids, did you forget about me?

What happened to your mittens, snow pants?

Remember the fun we had on Monday with all the snow?

Did you forget about the shovels, ladders, flowers from the table?

Did you know I've been hanging out waiting for you?

Where have you been all day?

Can't you stop and play today?

Why are you just wearing sweatshirts?

Did you notice I seem to be shrinking, fading away?

It is not easy to be a late-season-snow-person

As winter gives way reluctantly to spring.

February 25: Why Write?

This Sunday, the TWT Annual Slice of Life Challenge will begin, meaning we will write and read each other's writing for every day in March. I've been doing it every year since 2012, and every year around this time a little bit of me wonders if I will be able to find enough "slices" to fill the days even though I know I do not need to write about a trip around the world or classroom miracles!  Every year around this time, a part of me gets really excited, like going on a trip or perhaps even first-day-of school anticipation because the SOL Challenge starts on Sunday.  

"Why do this," she asked as if it was a choice,

I will look more closely at the awakening earth, 

The adventures of family, the experience of living 

To see if a slice is hiding in plain site.

I will be inspired by other writers who share 

The adventures around the globe,

The tales of families, students, the wonderful

The mundane aspects of life that bind us.

Someone might just notice my thoughts, ideas,

Lift me up with their words, comments,

I will be, in March, a writer 

Who really does needs to write 

Every day!

SOL26: February 24: Stone Soup

I used to make soup from whatever was in the fridge every time a wind-driven storm blew in. I lived at end of the power lines and electricity disappeared, sometimes for days. I used up meat, veggies, and even cheese that would spoil and fed my family an ever changing version of Stone Soup without per-storm shopping madness!  

I now live alone in a civilized area where outages are brief; yet, as the Blizzard of '26 descended, I was craving soup. I started with one very old leek, some celery past its prime, and a package of sprouting carrots. I added some water and a pinch of salt smiling as I thought of Stone Soup.  I threw in a packet of frozen veggies, some barley from years ago, and let it simmer. 

"Would you like a bit of Stone Soup?" I asked the neighbor wielding his snowblower down my walkway in gratitude for his big orange blower but also because he was the first person I had talked to in more than a day. 

"Um, sure." he responded, taking the container hesitantly. I wonder if he knows the story of Stone Soup?

 

February 23: Beach Is Best

 

Today's Ethical ELA prompt asks us to consider something we love and to have fun! There's a blizzard today with heavy snows, flickering lights, and hesitant internet and while I am trying to embrace finishing my book, I am thinking about how much more I love to read at the beach! My fluffy  Robe hugs me While snow falls. The warm sand Ocean breeze Warms my soul. I'll read in Both, for me Beach is best!