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A Day in the Life
Feb. 19th, 2011 12:32 amHer Nurseliness is at work tonight and Little Jay is at his mother's and it's been ever so long since I've felt inclined - or had the opportunity, maybe - to write anything of a personal nature here. Or anything, anywhere else, for that matter. And, now that I have this chance, I'm not quite sure of what I should do with it. Perhaps, as others have suggested, that's the nature of silence, that silence does indeed beget itself.
Or maybe it's that I haven't any secret hopes, these days, that would push this internal monologue out onto the virtual page. Some hope, that is, which might pry a bit of feeling from this disappointed heart or inspire the spiritual equivalent of a momentary thaw, this February day, in such close proximity to a deeply frozen northeastern lake.
That being the case, let me just say that as of late this evening I have watched a movie, Possession, with Gwyneth Paltrow, received two mysterious "restricted" calls with no response at the other end when I picked them up and, earlier on, experienced a "breakthrough" day with the second graders I work with.
Re the kids, it's taken a while to get there but today I taught a reading review segment and then worked with them individually at their ELA centers and had this feeling of, well, elation at how it all went. Then, we all rushed out the door for a week's recess, the kids wishing the break would never end and me hoping that some of what we've gained might still be here when we return. Because for me this is the most important thing I've done in a very long time.
Incidentally, while I was writing this, I found out what the "restricted" calls were about. Little Jay exchanged phone numbers with a classmate before leaving school today and called the number three times this afternoon without getting a response, which prompted the parent to call, and then text me, wanting to know why I was calling his or her number.
That's a day or so after I had to explain to Her Nurseliness why there were photos of a female jogger on my cell phone, apparently taken by Little Jay to amuse himself as we drove to pick her up one morning after work. The only thing that saved me, on that one, was that she knows for certain that I don't even know how to use the damn cell phone camara and Little Jay does.
I'm thinking there may be a lesson to be learned from this. But I also think that I'm gonna save the figuring it out part for tomorrow...
LPK
LiveJournal
2.19.2011
Or maybe it's that I haven't any secret hopes, these days, that would push this internal monologue out onto the virtual page. Some hope, that is, which might pry a bit of feeling from this disappointed heart or inspire the spiritual equivalent of a momentary thaw, this February day, in such close proximity to a deeply frozen northeastern lake.
That being the case, let me just say that as of late this evening I have watched a movie, Possession, with Gwyneth Paltrow, received two mysterious "restricted" calls with no response at the other end when I picked them up and, earlier on, experienced a "breakthrough" day with the second graders I work with.
Re the kids, it's taken a while to get there but today I taught a reading review segment and then worked with them individually at their ELA centers and had this feeling of, well, elation at how it all went. Then, we all rushed out the door for a week's recess, the kids wishing the break would never end and me hoping that some of what we've gained might still be here when we return. Because for me this is the most important thing I've done in a very long time.
Incidentally, while I was writing this, I found out what the "restricted" calls were about. Little Jay exchanged phone numbers with a classmate before leaving school today and called the number three times this afternoon without getting a response, which prompted the parent to call, and then text me, wanting to know why I was calling his or her number.
That's a day or so after I had to explain to Her Nurseliness why there were photos of a female jogger on my cell phone, apparently taken by Little Jay to amuse himself as we drove to pick her up one morning after work. The only thing that saved me, on that one, was that she knows for certain that I don't even know how to use the damn cell phone camara and Little Jay does.
I'm thinking there may be a lesson to be learned from this. But I also think that I'm gonna save the figuring it out part for tomorrow...
LPK
LiveJournal
2.19.2011
