Scroll down to my past post to see what I mean about this year! What a ding-dong! Here's THIS year's May currently for you. Weird how today is nothing like May first's thoughts:
Maybe it's the baby birdies. Maybe it's the warmer weather. Maybe it's because it's a quiet, lazy Saturday, but nothing I wrote on the WRONG Currently is current any more, well, except maybe the bathing suit thing.
Here's the (new) lowdown:
Probably my favorite beach song, and oh so true! Summertime's SO callin' me. BTW, if you're not from The South, beach music has nothing to do with The Beach Boys. You can't find a station for it on Pandora or SeriusXM. You can't even "make" one on Pandora, because the genre's way too unique, maybe, to get it right. Put in The Embers, The Platters, The Tams, The Clovers and all the right song titles, and you'll still get some weirdo fifties music station that has all the wrong songs. Just buy the CDs. Anyway, it's 42 days until I hit the sand and waves! No, not counting. Not at all! Do you smell Hawaiian Tropic? (yeah, I still use that)
Monday I'm taking the day off. For my grandmother's funeral. Sunday I woke up early squirrelly and was just hanging in the den all alone (bliss!). A couple of hours later, my groggy husband came dragging in there and asked what I was doing up so early. I told him I just woke up and couldn't sleep any more, so I got up and started on school stuff. He teared up (great!). He said my mom had just called. I asked who died. I just knew. You know how that happens? When you just know something before you really know it? I wasn't sure which one, but I knew one of my grandma's was gone. Turns out it was my "Bee". She's had Alzheimer's disease for about five years. The last time I saw her was on Christmas Day three years ago, at my house. She didn't know where she was, who my children were, and cried just about all morning wanting to go home. Only she didn't live at home anymore. She lived in A home...a nursing home...but she wanted to go to her house. I never saw her again. I thought about her a lot. I thought about visiting. But I couldn't do it. She just wasn't really there anymore, and I couldn't stand to see her like that. So, I'm wanting Monday to be over. For all of us, but especially for my daddy, who's lost both his parents very suddenly, and who's been caring for my mom, who had surgery last Tuesday. "It's been a crappy week," is what he told me last night. I'm sure it has, so I'm ready for it to be over.
Drama? I teach 13 kiddos this year. I know, don't be a hater! Eight are girls. Girls equal drama. Drama equals save it for your mama! OMG! We fuss over looking at each other. We fuss over shhhhing each other. We fuss over being near someone in line. Really? I thought we just needed spring break. Maaaayyyybe not!
Freebie alert! I am still working on a frog unit, but I'd love some input, so what I have so far, and the rest, when it's all done, is free to my first three replies. That could be you, Alison! Just let me know if you'd like to read and critique what I have so far, along with supporting photos, and it's yours...now and later.
XOXO,
Brooke
