 These past couple of days have been very slow--not much going on; however, when I go more than a day or so without writing, I feel lost--and I don't like that feeling, so...
On Sunday, we didn't do much during the morning. In fact, the only thing we did was drive over to the hospital to grab the Senior Lunch--roast beef/creamed potatoes/green beans/pears--a very filling meal for only $3. At that price, you can't beat the amount of food and the tastiness of it. We usually check out the menu before getting the meal; if we like it, we get it; if we don't, we either pick up something in town or just head back to the Cottage and find something there.
After dinner, Sid decided that he wanted to do some mowing around the pecan trees in the back orchard. Then, he figured he might as well mow in the front orchard where the grass was already starting to get tall. He used the tractor to do the big mowing and the lawn mower to cut around the trees. Eventually, we'll get back to pre-Gustav conditions in the orchards, and that's when it really looks nice.
Today, of course, is Columbus Day, and the banks and post office were closed. School, however, went on as usual. Sid had to observe another teacher today, something that each teacher has to do. This is something new to me, but he said he enjoyed the time there except that it took up his free period. It may not seem like it to those who don't teach, but that free period is VERY important to every teacher. Having to be in class for SEVEN periods takes a lot out of a person, so that free hour provides time for revitalization. He observed in a geometry class, which is a subject is not teaching this year but has taught many times before.
When he got home this afternoon, HE suggested that we have supper at Satterfield's because it was "all you can eat" night for fried fish. That is not my favorite meal, but we went anyway. Tonight, the service was good, but not very efficient. We didn't get our water right away; my salad only came AFTER we called the waiter over to remind him of it; when I received my baked potato, there was no butter; and my coke didn't come until we reminded the waiter of that (and the butter). So, in spite of the fact that we brought home more fish than we ate--and this was the first serving for each of us; we never get seconds even though we could--it was not our most pleasant dining experience.
Tomorrow, Mis' Dot's niece, Linda, and I will have lunch at Morel's. We've been trying to get together for months, and tomorrow is the day. I'm sure we'll do more talking than eating, but that's fine with me. Linda is a super nice lady and a real joy to be around, so I know I'll have a good time--and I hope she does as well. By the way, when we discussed where we would have lunch, NOT YOUR MAMA'S came up as a possibility. She mentioned the restaurant in Morganza; I suggested possibly going to their other restaurant in Livonia, but....bad news--it burned. Supposedly, it will reopen, but who knows when. Anyway, we decided on Morel's here in town, so that's fine with me.
As I mentioned in my last entry, my brother Rick became a grandfather on the 10th. At the time, I didn't know how to spell the baby's name--now I can. Her name is ALIYA NICOLE. She was supposed to be home today, so I'm sure she's already being spoiled by everyone. Welcome to our world, Aliya!
That's it for tonight! Hope the rest of the week finds you in good health.
Tonight's thought: (a paraphrased version of the poem by Edgar Guest: The Things That Can't Be done) "Somebody said that it couldn't be done, but she with a chuckle replied--that maybe it couldn't but she would be one who wouldn't say so till she'd tried. So she buckled right in with a trace of a grin on her face. If she worried she hit it. She started to sing as she tackled the thing that couldn't be done, and she did it!
NOTE: I remember our class slogan during my 4th, 5th, and 6th grade years (we had the same little nun as our teacher)--"Learn to do by doing." That poem reminded of that and the fact that until WE try, we don't really know if WE can do it. I followed that same belief when teaching: I listened (but refused to believe) other teachers' opinions of the students I would have that year, especially the so-called "bad kids"--I always wanted to form my own opinion. And you know what-----most of the time, these "bad kids" were really GOOD KIDS who needed a little extra loving, a little extra attention--and, I gave it -- Then, we had a terrific year together.
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