Such-A-One came to my soccer game this week and afterward when we were walking out to his truck, we saw someone back their Jeep right into his truck. We were only about 10-15 feet away and I kept thinking as I saw it getting closer and closer to his truck, “Oh, they’ll stop.” Only one second before the impact did I gasp.
Do you want to know what Such-A-One did?
He went, un-offended, to the passenger side of his truck and got his bag of trail mix. That was his first instinct… trail mix.
He did then take a look at the damage (which was minimal to none), calm the poor kid down who had hit the truck, and send the kid on his way… all while he munched his trail mix.
I told him afterward that I liked how he had handled it, i.e. without getting mad. He seemed to think there was no other way of handling it. But why would there be when you have TRAIL MIX?
Last week state testing started at the elementary school. Everyone is anxious and stressed, and there are signs up all over the building that say, “SHHHHHH!!!! Testing is going on!!!!”
Well, by Thursday some brilliant little rascal had erased on one of the white board signs the “Tes” and the “is going on!!!!”
So all that was left was…
The last few months when I get home from work at the end of a day, I feel like it has been ages since I was home. It feels so wonderful to walk in the door, but I can’t remember what it felt like the last time I was there or when it was, even though I realize it was just that morning.
I guess I get so engrossed in getting through the day (school, home visits, meetings, paperwork, etc.) that by the time I’m home it’s like I’m getting back from the other side of the world.
I did two nerdy things the other day.
1) I made a chart of all the things I wanted to remember from the book The UltraMind Solution.
2) I made a chart of all the books (that I could think of) that I have read, am reading, and want to read in the future.
My inner life felt so organized by my doing those two things.
Such-A-One is a Renaissance Man. I told him so and he denied it, so I listed for him all the things he does well. They are as follows (and probably a bunch I couldn’t even think of at the time):
~ Personal training
~ Physical fitness
~ Rock climbing
~ Ultimate Disc
Wednesday morning a rascally 9-year-old boy got in trouble at school with his cronies.
In the afternoon, he woefully reported to his teacher that he had a headache.
His teacher, in response, exclaimed,”Cool! Sounds like karma!”
Feeling All My Emotions Since 1985.
All Is Well That Ends Well.
Sonder – n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own – populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness – an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.