Keep on keeping on

[apocalypticbob]

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.

Anyway.

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 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.

Comments

[bleuberi21.livejournal.com]

*smooch*

I made chili yesterday, and it was good (leftovers as I type this!). What time are you guys going to the BDU show next week? I could make up a batch of mine for you that night if you want.

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

I see only good things about this plan!! The show starts at 8:00. I have no idea what time we'll need to leave your place to get to Union Station...I need to get with Susi about what time she wants to be picked up, but I'm hoping we can leave here relatively early.

[bleuberi21.livejournal.com]

If you leave no later than 7:30 you should get there in plenty of time. Chili it is, then!

[flewellyn.livejournal.com]

*hugs Amberbob*

[ladyniniane.livejournal.com]

I, too, am the private-grief, utilitarian sort when it comes to funerals - necessary from a musician point of view (and I have played and/or sung at many of the family-member funerals that I have attended), but still very difficult for others to understand. We all do what we must to continue to process.

*hugs*

[lapis-lazuli615.livejournal.com]

If you liked "The Curious Incident..." look for "Speed of Dark" by Elizabeth Moon. Very good also.

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

I'll have to do that. She was the guest of honor at Conestoga here in Oklahoma a few years ago...I rode in a very slow elevator and chatted with her for a bit before realizing she was the Guest of Honor and all famous and stuff. *chuckles* She was very nice.

[lapis-lazuli615.livejournal.com]

I've not read any of her other stuff, but after reading Speed of Dark, I've definitely considered it.