What's The Saying...Let Sleeping Dogs Lie?

We have been grand-dog sitting for the newly-(well, November)-weds.  They are travelling these last two weeks, and my husband and I aren't really sure when they return.  It's been very fun to have her visiting us...and I'll be glad when her mom and dad are home.    

I can admit out loud, my dog-lover friends please forgive me, that I'm not really a pet person. We had a crazy beagle, when my kids were young, that we chased around the neighborhood with hot dogs when she escaped, which was often.  This left me with a little PTSD about dog caregiving.  

Luna, however, is a sweet mixed rescue - beautiful feathered tail, long snout and hound coloring, and she is the best size, just reaching my knee.  While she does think she's a lap dog, I've gotten her to understand, after being burned (literally and figuratively) that I don't want to be jumped on.  So we are good.  Last weekend she leapt onto my lap and my hot coffee christened us both.  

In comparison to our beagle, Luna is amazing.  She's a people dog.  She clearly communicates with us by sitting politely, lifting her left foreleg, and tilting her head.  She asking to play (ball, fetch, tug, turnover) anytime and all the time.  With our fenced in backyard, and the lovely weather, she has enjoyed the freedom of roaming in and out of the house and has spent most days chasing squirrels along the fence.  This evening, she is curled up in my favorite chair (which is hers when she's here) and she's sound asleep.  

All this excitement means she sleeps really well. I do like a sleeping dog.  

The Road Less Travelled

 After yesterday's slog through traffic to get to Lancaster, PA - I took the scenic route home.  Key was there were fewer cars and trucks on the road with me.  Route 30 across Pennsylvania to Gettysburg was fascinating.  As I drove I was making mental lists...I could write about that...or, I could write about this!  

As I meandered through small towns, many that ended with "ville," I found myself admiring the houses.  Some sat right on the road - I'm sure the road encroached on the property over time.  Others, surrounded by barns and trees I admired from afar.  There were traditional white farmhouses, Victorian style, with  porches and steep roofs.  Some with the beautiful wood trim that must be a challenge to maintain.   

I find, though, that I'm especially drawn to the brick style homes from the late 1800s, often with white shutters.  Thankful for the reduced speed, I found myself distracted by these lovely deep-red homes, many with turrets, some set back with a lovely lawn, others lined up like townhouses leading to the heart of the village.  In between towns the two lane road rolled over the gentle hills and through stubbled corn fields, resting still from winter.  Occasionally I saw a herd of cows along the road - although more were lying down this afternoon.  

At Gettysburg, I turned the car South and enjoyed the slightly faster traffic on Route 15.  More beautiful and historical brick buildings were revealed as I went through Emmitsburg and passed Mount St. Mary's.  I love this section of the journey - the landmarks are familiar and time seems to stand still.  I didn't slow down until the American Legion Bridge going over the Potomac...and soon after, I pulled into the driveway of my own brick home.  

The Pull of the Open Road - Realized!

The open road calls to me, often on the way to work when escape is on my mind.  It's a real pull; I grip the steering wheel tightly as I cross over the highway, however, the car often veers (subconsciously, of course) towards the on-ramp.  

Today, I got to take that on-ramp...I'm headed out to recruit new teachers.  I pressed on the gas and the engine of our 2015 Acura leapt to respond. I think the speed and change of scenery is good for it as well.  The Mount Vernon Parkway was a dream, and the sights of Washington DC flashed by, brief flickers in my peripheral vision.  Endorphins rushed through my system. I was FREE!  

Onto 395 N - and the traffic slowed down...in fact it pretty much crawled.  I did enjoy watching the flights pass overhead on their way to National Airport, and I could have sketched the Waterfront I sat on that curve for so long.  Over the Anacostia Bridge onto 295 - things remained stop and go - but I can always find something interesting to look at!

When I finally hit 83 N in Pennsylvania, I relaxed into the drive. The traffic moved fast, but the speed was consistent and the driving felt very civilized - you know, people used their blinkers! The highlight though?  I regularly began to see cows on either side of the road.  Big ones, little ones, brown ones, cream ones...shaggy furry ones...and they were all standing up (IYKYK).  

I ended up the afternoon in beautiful Lancaster, PA, and I'm looking forward to hiring new teachers tomorrow for our school system. In the afternoon - I think I'll take a different scenic route home; perhaps I'll try to find more cows.  

Welcome Spring!

With the warmer weather today, I have enjoyed sitting quietly on the back deck and observing the wildlife awaken from its winter stasis.  While the crows have been an idiosyncratic presence most of the winter, I was delighted to see and hear a few more species of birds.  Cardinals, House Finches, and LBBs (little brown birds), who mostly disappeared for the winter, are drawn to our water garden for a drink or to freshen their feathers.  These little twitterers also like to take the fluff from our miniature cattails to form their nests.  As of today, the cattails have exploded into straggly puffballs - the perfect enticements for tiny beaks.  For the few cattails that remain, velour-like chocolate brown, the end is near, as my husband will clean out the pond today to ready it for the frogs and fish that will soon call it home.  

Delayed Gratification

 I've been implementing my own version of the Marshmallow test - with myself as the vict...I mean test subject.  I hate that Netflix and it's compatriots in paid-programming release all (or some) of the episodes of its' newest releases at once.  

Honestly, I'm a product of the delayed gratification generation.  Are you? Well, full disclosure, I'm Catholic - so I have been waiting for the end of the world for many years...although, I'm pretty sure I'm not a candidate for redemption.  But, denial and delay have long been precepts of the Catholic faith.  Perhaps Lent, currently underway, is having an impact on me.  

Here is where I'm experiencing this delayed gratification:  I hate to watch the end of a program - so I don't.  Most recently, I've been watching the series Victoria, (yes, it's not recently released) and it's fabulous.  The music (I watch the whole intro and outro, because of this) is amazing; the visuals are superb, and I love the actress playing Victoria (Jenna Coleman).  However, I cannot get past the next-to-last episode filmed in Season three.  But, is this delayed gratification, or is it just delaying an end...I don't want to watch the end.  I know what happens in history - I do not want to separate from the storyline that I have connected to in Victoria...it seems so real. 

I've also stopped moving forward in the series of The Diplomat, as well as Virgin River.  Both of these series have been gripping for me - and yet, I cannot move to the end of each.  

I hearken back to those days when I was young, and my siblings (all younger) and I would gather in front of the TV with our snacks or dinner on a Friday night to watch first The Muppets, then Dallas, and finally, with the youngest in bed, Falcon Crest.  Now that was some delayed gratification.  Who shot JR?  We waited for a long time to find out, and I'm better for it.  

Now, I'm carefully curating my access to Bridgerton (self-imposed, limited release, weekly) - hoping to extend my enjoyment of the show over time.  Delayed gratification is a powerful motivator to get me through the week.  

It being Women's History Month, in our Admin Meeting this morning we were asked to consider (and share) a woman celebrity that we admired - and a non-related woman that had influenced us.  I was low on coffee, at that point, and felt stumped, especially to even name a celebrity.  

After a hot minute, however, I began to think about all of the women who have impacted my career as a teacher and educational leader - and there are so many of you.  In fact, as I start to name you, I realize that there are so many, I would not want to miss recognizing one.  

You have nurtured, 

you have supported, 

you have cajoled, 

you have convinced, 

you have led, 

you have collaborated, 

you have spoken truth, 

you have left fingerprints, 

you have believed, 

you have shared, 

you have cried, 

you have made mistakes, 

you have admitted ignorance, 

you have changed your mind, 

you have lifted yourself up, 

you have lifted others like me, 

you have been my teacher.  

You have been an important part of my journey - and I'm thankful for all you have shared with me.  Yes, you!  :)

Energized!

The rain this afternoon had me predicting that there would be a low turnout for our rising sixth grade orientation...turns out, I was wrong.  This evening almost 350 students and parents came to school to learn a little more about sixth grade, talk to some current students, and get a tour of the building.  When I walked into the auditorium and saw just how packed it was, I got energized!  The team handed me the microphone and the evening just flew by. I am so lucky to love the school that I work in!