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.
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!”
New Friends Vs. Old Friends
I was telling my favorite 30 year-old man yesterday that I feel myself at a place in my life that I only crave to be with people who already love me. At this point, I said, I just feel even less interested in making new friends. Perhaps this is me getting older. I just want to be with people who I know will love me no matter what.
On another note, lately I have been sick. That same 30-year-old man I mentioned above, has a habit of affectionately calling me a sick-denyer. By that he means when I’m sick I won’t admit it, i.e. I deny that I’m sick. Yesterday we were in his living room with his two dogs, Ramona and Karen, talking about my sick-denying. I said to him, “I just don’t want to be a wuss.”
He looked at Ramona and Karen, laying there asleep, and quipped, “Girls, do you care if Eva’s a wuss?” He then turned to me and shared the verdict, “Eva, none of us care if you’re a wuss.”
I thought that was super.
I gave a little boy a Christmas present today of a pair of camouflage gloves. He LOVES camouflage, so he put them on right away. When he realized they fit him perfectly, he was totally amazed. Immediately he began inspecting the package and when he saw they were a youth size, he looked at me dumbfounded and said, “HOW DID YOU KNOW I WEAR A YOUTH SIZE??”
In my elementary school today, the kids were watching The Polar Express while they had an ice cream party for getting their multiplication tables. During the course of this party, there was a lot of talk about Santa Claus, including honest-to-goodness elementary-style POLLS of believers to non-believers.
Later on, one of my favorite kids (who has Asberger’s, or so it is called for the time being) is sitting there munching on his ice cream and says to me…
Boy: ”Miss Eva, do you believe in Santa Claus?”
Me: ”Yes! Of course!”
Boy: ”Me too. I think [Bobby] does too…”
He paused for a moment, looking at his ice cream, and then said with conviction…
“Me, you, and Bobby… we just never stop believing.”
Kid: Miss Eva, can I ask you something?
Kid: In your honest opinion, do I slouch?
I got hurt playing soccer last night — happily, only a sprained ankle, though I’m on crutches for the time being.
But getting crutches was not the big event of last night.
It was Such A One, who:
- literally, carried me to his truck from the soccer field
- took me to the hospital
- carried me into the ER
- sat with me in my hospital room
- held my hand
- took me home
- bought me pain-killers (cause I didn’t want to use the pain-killer prescribed by the Doc)
- got a cab to go back to the soccer field and drive my car home
- took out my trash and picked up my apartment for me, cause I had left it in a hurry and in disarray
- was just the best friend and help ever