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Teaching World History today. Kids are behaving and keeping their minds on their work, for the most part. I'm freezing in here, though. I'm out in one of those "portable" buildings that aren't actually portable...bare concrete floors and particle board walls with nothing resembling insulation, and if there is heat on, you couldn't prove it by me. I'm actually wearing gloves as I type this, and am considering making a Thermos of hot chocolate or apple cider (the non-alcoholic kind) to bring back with me after lunch. Brrr!!

Services for the young ladies are to take place Tuesday & Wednesday. I'm already working tomorrow. Don't know if they will be letting school out or not at this point, but I figured I'd go to the office this afternoon and let Mrs. B know that if she needs a sub to cover classes on Wednesday, I'm available. Yes, I knew the girls, and yes, I'm heartbroken, but I'm sure there are teachers here who were even closer to them that are going to want to attend, and I tend to mourn more in private anyway. My only reason for attending funerals is if I am needed by the family or friends or if I need the closure that a viewing can provide. Since that's not possible here, I'm far more useful here at school. Mourning for me tends to be initial grief and shock followed by extreme utilitarianism, and then being blindsided several months later when it actually hits me. It's how I processed death as a child and pre-teen...helping arrange funeral services for family members even then and reading poetry at the services and being "the strong one" and "the hostess". I know it's a little odd, but that's just how I work. I rarely cry at funerals or visitations, and some people have thought me cold because of it, but that's just how my mind works.


Been reading like a maniac lately. A shelf full of bookcrossing books that I want to get circulating is the catalyst behind my renewed reading vigor. Finished "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time" last night. Highly recommend it for anyone who would like a glimpse of what it might well be like in the mind of an autistic teenager. I'm passing this copy on to [livejournal.com profile] bountifulpots when I come up to KC.

I am craving a big pot of kielbasa and cabbage...NOMNOMNOM. Or chili. Chili would be good. If mom doesn't have other thought regarding dinner, I may suggest it.
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