We all have to keep chugging along - I’ve learned to my dismay that I chug in neutral when it comes to houseleaning during Covid. Since no one can come to my house – why bother to keep it clean? I’m ashamed of the mess … but not enough to do anything about it yet. I’ll soon be done with school, so will have no excuse then not to tackle that project.
But my chugging along with book number two is doing well. I hope to have Suitcases, Schools and Survival ready for Christmas, for anyone who is interested in reading the continuing saga of my entry into the world of teaching and travel. Here is the opening sentence:
Have you ever agreed to do something and then wondered where you left your brain when your mouth started moving?
If you can relate to that, then maybe this book will be for you! :0)
On the matter of chugging, here is a photo of the John Deere tractors Dad fixed/built. He had eleven of them by the time we sold the farm. The 720 is the one I smashed up in chapter 25 of my book. The first one on your right is the one I hated driving the most. That single wheel in the front made me scared I’d pop a wheelie and flip the tractor when it was really muddy. Yes, I’m the one standing on the R, fourth from the right. Because I sunburn so easily, and I spent hours raking with that tractor, Dad attached a 2x4, drilled a hole, and stuck a patio umbrella through it. Voila. My moveable outdoor sun shelter! Dad showed his love in practical ways.
February 26, 2021
What a week! As a teacher on a Hutterite colony for grade 5-12, life is non-stop from 9:00-3:30. This coming Friday is the end of quarter, so report cards will be due. So that always makes one extra busy.
But I had 2 highlights in this week.
The first: I came home and stumbled over something on my step. When I picked it up and entered, I found out I was holding MY copy of my book! I felt like a mother receiving her first child. The awe and wonder of holding something I'd created and labored over for - yes, about nine months- well, that is quite the feeling.
The second: Last night the doorbell rang. I answered and a man stood there with a floral arrangement. I was sure he'd come to the wrong house, but he had the right name. Imagine my amazement when I saw that friends from the States had arranged these lovely roses to be delivered to celebrate this milestone in my life. In today's Covid restrictions, such a thoughtful, kind gesture means SO much! I never get flowers, so I'm still just smiling over it.