One more week of Crossroads Writing Project remains. We're having our Celebratory Dinner on Thursday evening. I've had my ups and downs with this group of women. For one thing, I'm glad I don't teach anything below college level. I'm sick to death of hearing about Best Practices, Mentor Texts, and "we have to teach this for the MEAP." I don't care about their researchers that they go on and on about because I've never read them and won't read them. Most of them haven't read the researchers upon whom I've grown to depend, like Rich Haswell. They seem to have no clue what it's like to teach online or to teach several different sections of the same class on different days and in different buildings around campus. But I'm still glad I got a chance to know what elementary, middle school, and high school teachers are doing, simply because it is a world foreign to me. I've been out of high school for 40 years now, and apparently much has changed. One thing that hasn't changed, though, is how cliquey lower-level teachers can be. Every one of them (and this is in reference to something Ellie wrote in her blog once), no matter how sportsy and outdoorsy she seemed, has immaculately manicured fingernails. Who would have ever thought that I'd stand out for my fingernails?!!
Anyway, my husband spent the night Monday night at the studio. We have agreed that it isn't easy to sleep together on a double bed, so I've suggested bringing up the camp cot in case he ever stays over again. I'll sleep on it myself if necessary, since I'm shorter than he is.
One big announcement that he made following his return from Louisiana is that his mother has decided that if she gets where she can't live alone, she'd rather live with us than with either of her other two sons. No surprise. However, I can't believe she'd give up her life in Louisiana. She regularly attends church there, with women she's known for decades, her other sons and their families live there, and she has her team of doctors there. She may feel different after she undergoes the hip replacement surgery she may be having soon.
I've been having trouble with my left wrist ever since I slept on it oddly. I hope it's not carpal tunnel syndrome, but since my husband got the laptop connected to the WiFi at the apartment and I've been using it quite a bit, it could be the angle or the tiny keyboard that's affecting me. My left shoulder is not happy lately, either. I need to get back to exercising it regularly.
The weather is spectacular today after a semi humid day yesterday. I've been noticing what poor Mike and family are enduring down in San Antonio, and for sure, I don't want to live in that heat and humidity again. They've been regularly 100+ for days with more on the way. "Hey, Mike, is it hot enough for ya?" I'll bet he's heard that far too often lately.
My older son will be retaking his bar exam at the end of the month, so I've had that weighing on my mind. He says he's been studying hard. My fingers are crossed. My stomach is in knots. I'll sacrifice a goat, if I must.
My schedule has been changed for fall: two Justice in Literature classes and two English 250 classes.
My husband is busy trying to get three more people hired in his department. He did such a superb job on the last Search Committee that his dean specifically requested that he head this particular committee. That means I'm not seeing much of him, but then, I'm pretty busy myself. I'm hoping we'll get a chance to go to see my sons and daughter-in-law before school starts again. It would be great if they could come up here. I think I'll suggest it.
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