Art teacher?

I am cleaning and sorting and painting and trying not to lose my mind in the SEA of trash and plaster that is my classroom and a contractor pokes his head through my door shouting," Art Teacher?" I look up all blown out and say "yes??"
"yea, How do you make black?"


I smile.
" It's all colors"

He shakes his head." oh i thought it was purple and green."

So then i explain that that IS mixing all colors and he grins and runs out shouting like a ten year old, " I KNEW IT!"

Beautiful Life

Now...

My morning and day is this: cereal and coffee and endless lesson planning. I forgot all the BS that is involved in a lesson plan, you must justify everything you are doing in minutia. You must plan out your every minute of a class period and explain why you are using it that way. This is good for the students, it's just a total P.I.T.A. for me.

oh well, I wont' lie, i love it. I get a thrill out of imagining the kids doing these lessons.

AND, i reconnected with a dear friend from college and serendipitously she passed a neat website my way. This.It's a connection between two women who have never met and they post an image a day and the image blend together into this awesome record of their twin paths. I am SOO teaching that to my 7th graders. oh yea.

WOOOOO

An ARTICLE on me!!

Sunday Morning

It's sunday, we are laying about in a state of total lethargy, feeling as though this is our right after weeks of travel, work and other busy time away from each other. Yes, it may be one in the afternoon but damnit, if we want to be laying around naked reading Cat Fancy and Twilight....so be it.

Suddenly at the door comes knocking and doorbell ringing. Insistent doorbell ringing. I am scrambling around trying to find clothing as the bell rings and rings and rings, in my panic I start to run downstairs in a t shirt and underwear, to which ( over her laughter) HH hollers "NO! Keziah! you're still half naked!"

When I finally get to the door dressed, sweaty and fully blown out, who do I find but Mary. Now, Mary lives next door. She is an elderly lady and apparently the sister of the man next door, the mentally challenged with a very confusing lisp sister. I kid you not with the lisp, I thought her name was Millie. There she stands, in her house dress with her traditional vacant smile and earnest expression.
" HI!"

I am bedumbed, " Hi Mary....."

She has stopped by to inform me that there are deer in my back yard and I should go look at them BUT to be VERY VERY quiet. VEWY VEWY QUIET!

She repeats this at least 5 times.

The upside to it being Mary at the door is that she seems to have not noticed my bedraggled appearance, anyone else and they surely would have wondered why, at 1 pm, I am still looking this sad.


The deer were very cute. and I was vewy quiet.