maywood living
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At least I’m not pregnant
Q: What does a pregnant daughter have in common with her mother who is getting a hip replacement? A: Physical limitations, lack of sleep, pathetic body image, and an overwhelming desire to go through torturous pain in order to be done with this! Monday morning, bright and early, I head to the hospital to get Continue reading
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Taming the beast: A tale of customer service
A very sweet student confessed last week, “Sometimes I wish I had a good reason to punch someone in the face. I think it would be really fun.” After an initial double-take on my part, we went on to discuss how we love those scenes in movies where the girl hauls off and slugs someone Continue reading
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Busy as…
With the school year heading into its final stretch, I’m feeling as busy as a bee. And I’m feeling about as productive as the honeybees in our yard. Oh wait, we don’t have any honeybees in our yard. The 44,000 bees we ordered from Georgia haven’t arrived yet. We have carpenter bees in droves, doing their destructive thing and Continue reading
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The Chair
When parents down-size and elderly relatives pass away, stuff gets scattered and settles into the homes of different family members. Pretty much every room in my house contains something that originally came from someone else’s house, from the lamp and mirror in my office to the china cabinet in the dining room. Once in awhile someone in Continue reading
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Life-long learning…
Teachers are constantly astounded at how much there is to learn. We are so surprised that, some days, it’s what draws us to the classroom. Other days, it makes us want to hide under our warm comfy covers until summer. What lack of knowledge will we face today? This past week, the teachers at my school were encouraged to work Continue reading
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Plodding and Stomping Toward Spring
The clocks are set forward and my sleep schedule is skewed. The delight of coming home to hours of sunlight will not have me springing forward into my day. I will be staying up too late for the next week and then feeling morose when the sunbeam that had finally started coming in my window to wake me delays Continue reading
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March mudness
Unless you’re into basketball, is there anything to like about March? St. Patrick’s Day, perhaps. You have to wonder, though, if St. Patrick’s day was really originally in March or if the Irish just wanted to bless us all with an official drinking holiday in this most dreary of months. Many people hate the month of Continue reading
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Up to our ears in wax
Beeswax. We’re up to our ears in beeswax. (I’m so tempted to recount an earwax story my sister told me about a certain niece’s boyfriend, but I’ll behave myself. Family members have here enough data to figure out the source and ask her–if they dare.) Actually, it’s not the beeswax but old honeycomb that we have in Continue reading
Slightly Off the Grid 