Category: Journal (Page 3 of 948)

It got me. I have the sickness that’s been going around school. I’m home today and resting so I can be back in the saddle tomorrow. We’re going on a field trip to see a stage production of “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe”.

My middle school is having a flu-pocalypse right now. Half the kids were out of school yesterday. It was weird. It was like Thanos snapped his fingers, and half the people were gone. Here’s my attendance record screen:

Us teachers are doing our best to stay healthy. Hopefully our more experienced immune systems will be able fight this thing off.

A couple of months ago, I noticed that I had trouble putting some of my rings on in the morning. They wouldn’t go past my knuckle. I searched the internet to see if knuckles get bigger as you age, and the internet seems to think so.

Last night, I went to stage a picture for this post…

…and I found that all my rings fit! My knuckles are bigger in the morning than they are at night? Now I’m really confused.

We had a Saturday choir rehearsal yesterday from 8:30am to noon.

Halfway through, we took a coffee break. One of the women at the snack table had a sweatshirt on that said: “Got Quilts?” I told her that both my grandmothers were quilters and that I had quilts from them both.

She asked me where they were from. I said Nebraska. Grandma Hummel was from Fairbury.

“Fairbury?” she said, “My aunt and uncle live there.”

I said: “Her name was Hummel. There are also Spilkers, Blobaums…”

“Blobaum?” she said, ” My mom gets her taxes done by a Blobaum.”

I texted my mom, and found out that is her cousin Brian. Cindy, the quilt lady, said her Uncle Jay and Aunt Vi Preston ran the gas station in town. I texted that to my mom. She said my Uncle Lowell was bets friends with Jay, and that she (my mom) knew both of them.

Ha! How crazy is that? My choirmate Cindy in Long Beach and I started with a conversation about quilts, and ended up finding out that our uncles were best friends in Fairbury, Nebraska!

I had my seventh graders do medieval-style illuminated letters in History class. They could choose to do their first or last initial. I hung them on the wall yesterday, and after hanging the first papers, had accidentally spelled “Carl”. I decided to try to fill the next row with letters that sounded like a last name, and came up with “Smaven”.

The next row down doesn’t spell anything, because I ran out of vowels.

I went looking on the internet to see if there was really a “Carl Smaven” somewhere out there, but there isn’t, according to Google. But now when you search for “Carl Smaven”, you will find him here.