Dream Poet

As Chris is gone to the Senior Enlisted Academy for two weeks it was guaranteed my life would be trans-muted into the twilight zone.  So I was determined to set up our week without “drama”.  Hahaha..why fight Karma.  Apparently, the more I attempt to keep the spirits at bay…the more reinforcements “they” call in to see the comedy (my life) in action. 

Consider Monday…I had my interview for OPHS Teacher of the Year.  Though, it is really a mixed blessing and I was pretty sure I did not want to ruin my Christmas break, and my competition is two of my best pals….I still wanted to make a good impression.  (BTW, Congratulations TINA!!! I hate that your break is ruined beacuse I love you so much, but you are an awesome representative to the county competition.) 

So I had everything ready to go…go to wrestle the dog on the line and *CRACK*…my ankle rolled and I found myself, my hair and my clothes in dirt and dog crap.  Seven minutes late to work and barely able to walk.  I spent the rest of the week in vans…as that was the only shoe I could get my swollen foot into…

The week continued in this vain…with only my students as a source of comfort.  Pod casting class, ISS for J, Science Fair project for Kakes…it never ended.  By Friday, I was fried. 

I picked up the kids and suggested take out from Olive Garden so we could get Kakes to volleyball practice.  (Which we never do as it would involve cruising up and down Blanding Blvd at a most unopportune time.)   As we are driving home and I am explaining to the kids, “NOTHING is getting in the way of our quiet time tonight”… we see a truck tear out of the dunkin dog-nuts lot across from the McDs and then a butt load of drama…

As we pull over and up I notice the young lady with the “victim”.  It was one of my favorite students from the class of ‘06.  He and his wife were walking to work and the driver never even knew he hit him (in the crosswalk, with the signal).  Let me tell you, I pray that noone ever has to watch a loved individual, get their clothes cut off in the middle of Blanding and life flighted to Shands Trauma.   Anyway, the kids and I were knee-deep.  I called my partner Ann (big love) and met her at the house to drop off the kids (who insisted that I go to be with my student).  The wife and I immediately drove to Shand’s to be with my ex-student.   Despite his own “family” circumstances, this guy was immediately surrounded by friends and people who truly love him.  I would like to say I have never seen so many people with piercings and tattoos in one location but it would be a lie.   We soon found out the injuries were not life threatening (BZ to the emergency personnel…great guys…Shands is crazy buzy and very cool, love and respect to Faith the Chaplian) and that my bud would only spend a couple of days in for observations.   The fact is it could have been so much worse…

The question of life …”is the glass half full or half empty”….well it can only be lived by letting the glass be full with the clearest liquid that tastes of love and blessings.  When it spills out…it is good because your blessings can mix with others and the liquid becomes an amazing mixture of love and compassion, not one we want to drink from all the time…but one that fills us with warmth and contentment and belonging to the large loom that is the art of life. 

I picked up the Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield last night.  I finished it this afternoon (in between interacting with the family) and I was very impressed by the story.  The author really “nailed” the emotions I have about books and reading.  Although I thought the ending of the story was slightly “too slick” for my liking, I did buy into the story hook line and sinker.  Definitely, a recommended read.  

October 26th.   A date that will go down in history. 

Not for anything famous…Not for anyone else to care about. 

I think about all of the strange things that have sprung from the events of this day…Kristen, Joshua, 5dogs(one deceased), 1 cat (MIA), 1 snake (in shed), a fish and a whole bunch of dead hermit crabs.  

Chris and I married.  Together.  Til death do us part.  To be honest, I really don’t remember putting too much thought into the actual marrying part. 

The living part has been rough.  The day to day stuff *whew* has sent both of us to the emergency room.  The miscommunications, the missteps, the miss-cues, the mischief….

I would not ever change one thing…Thank you Chris for a wonderful life.  Thank you for my two beautiful children and the dogs you swear won’t be around the next day.  Thank you for allowing me to be the person I am supposed to be.  Thank you for the way you treat my mother, and the best friend you are to our daughter.  Thank you for challenging me to be a better, a more well thought out, even-keeled person.  Thank you for the poems, the smiles, the laughs, the hugs.  Thank you for the dreams.

Just what the world needs…a blog…written by me…

I am not sure I realize the power and responsibility I hold in my hands.  How shall I view this new plaything?  Will I take the high road and use this electronic netherworld for good?  Or will I go the other direction and create some diabolical masterpiece that makes computers and their users cry like babies.  I just don’t know what could possibly happen.  I am just relieved it is finally up and running.