Category Archives: Slice of Life

#sol20 March 13 A Slice of Friday the 13th

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I want to have a great, meaningful story to tell. But really all I can tell you is that when I grilled brussels sprouts tonight, and my son made homemade pasta, I thought to myself, “Oh. I know this book. This is a flashback in the middle of the dystopian adventure. This is when we had fresh food, and green food and salt and pepper. This is before. This is the start.”  Of course, I reminded myself not to be so alarmist. Of course, I reminded myself that life is not a dystopian book. But, I mean, I’ve read a lot of dystopian books.

I want to have a great, meaningful story to tell. But really all I can tell you is that my husband seems to have the flu and my kids seem to have gotten a bunch of bug bites in Georgia, and I can’t seem to stop scrolling through Facebook. I like to balance my Social Media clicks. I click on a lot of things that tell me that everything is going to be okay, and social distancing is going to work. And then every so often I click on a story about how terrible the hospitals are in Italy right now, and the death story of a Chinese doctor last month. Once I read a few of those, I am always happy to find another inspirational story. The one about the people in Italy singing out of their windows is a good one.

I want to have a great, meaningful story to tell. But, it’s Friday the 13th, 2020.

As if we needed a Friday the 13th, people!

#sol20 March 12 A slice of 123 Not It!

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“1,2,3 Not it!” H just yelled this in the kitchen.

Before that, Mr. Thought said “Now there’s a bunch of leaves we need to sweep up.

Before that, the sliding glass doors suddenly opened from the deck, we could hear the wind rush through the trees.

Or rather, we could hear the trees as the wind rushed through.

Before that, I looked outside to see all three of my children chatting on the deck, the dog sunning himself, eyes closed.

The smoothies were loud to make, and they used a lot of the frozen fruit that I had just bought at Trader Joes to keep just in case we can’t leave the house for weeks.

Before that, I came back from the store to the smell of vegan chocolate chip cookies, and the sound of kids fighting over who has the best chocolate chip recipe.

H said, “E didn’t even use a recipe.”

E said, “Last time I didn’t use a recipe they were mommy’s most favorite chocolate chip cookies ever.”

He wasn’t wrong. Those were some good cookies.

Before that, I ran to the store for some last-chance items.

“I’m not panic buying, per se,” I told the nice lady at the checkout. “Just getting somethings just in case…”

Luckily she didn’t question the logic of that statement.

I mean, we were out of apples, so I needed those. But I’m not sure I needed Ghost Pepper chips.

We talked a bit about toilet paper, because what the heck is going on with the toilet paper?

“Well, it’s annoying for someone like me,” the woman said. “I’m just almost out of toilet paper. So, I have to ration.”

Before that, I was at target. As I was getting some paper towels, I noticed that the toilet paper aisle was empty. I overheard the target worker telling a customer that there would be a toilet paper delivery tomorrow morning at 8:00.”

“Well, I’m not crazy enough to come back here!” She said. “I was crazy enough to come today. I just actually needed some things!”

Yea. I’m not planning on any more errands either.

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#sol20 March 10 A Slice of Stories in the Woods

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The woods are full of stories. (And Mr. Thought’s Dad jokes, but I”ll spare you most of those…)

We started at the bottom.

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and walked up to the top of a waterfall.

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I wish I had pictures of Finnegan, the dog who is afraid of all grates, learning how to walk up the metal grated steps. He got the hang of it, spreading his paws out for each step he took. Since we had to walk up like 600 steps, I was glad he figured it out. He was on a mission to make sure we all made it up safely.

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Once at the top, we had to figure out how to get back down to our van. We headed down a rocky path, seemingly alone.

When we passed this heart on a cliff, Mr. Thought wondered if maybe they were left from a proposal. I spent the next few minutes just thinking the story of the heart on a cliff.

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The rocks made way for a dirt path, and then a fork in the road. We wondered why the path on the left – the one that was clear and flat was closed, forcing us to go on the rugged root-filled path to the right.

“That sign looks like it’s been there for decades!” we said.

I let my imagination run a bit, thinking that down the left path was some sort of fairy circle, or maybe a Stephen King novel. So intriguing, but it’s a story I wanted to know, but also not so much. We hurried down to the right.

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Down that path a bit, we found a dragon. She was kind and definitely up for the photoshoot my daughter wanted. I don’t understand how a tree grows like that!

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A few times, the kids wondered if we were going in the right direction. The path seemed clear, but it wasn’t blazed. We kept hearing the water to our right though, and we were going down! Even a novice hiker like myself can do that much.

A bear watched us from a distance, just to keep up with the theme of our Spring Break 

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Finally, we saw cars and the visitor’s center below. We cheered. “Sucess!”

But Mr. Thought wasn’t done with this Dad jokes…

“We aren’t out of the woods yet!” He said.

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#sol20 March 9 A Slice of Mountain Mystery

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The scene: A cabin nestled in the mountains, hours past sunset.

The facts: It was dark, it was late. We had enjoyed dinner on the screened-in deck and enjoyed the mystery of the noise we heard somewhere below the deck,  in the dark forest.  A few of us had spent some time looking into the woods to try to see what was making the noise. The kids were convinced it was a bear. I said, “It’s probably a rabbit. Stop worrying.”

There was one thing we had left in the van: Mr. Thought’s BiPAP machine.

Also, the dog had to pee.

Mr. Thought and I decide that we should go outside together. We had read the binder about the cabin — be watchful for wildlife!

We walk out with the dog and are about to walk up to open the sliding side doors when we see something in front of the van.

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We back back into the house before Finn notices, and we tell the kids to be quiet. We turn off all of the lights in the kitchen and look out the window.

“What is that?” we ask each other as we stare out the window.

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“It’s a bear.”

“Look,” I say. “It’s furry.”

The kids go berserk.  I mean, there is the crowding of the window, the loud shushing of others, the crying.

“How are we going to get your sleep stuff?”
“How will Finn pee?”
“Don’t go out there. You can’t go out there.”
“Call Animal Control!”

H says, “No. That’s just a rock! Look at the pictures we took before our walk!”

So we look at the pictures. But there only seems to be the wooden slab. No big rock.

Plus, it is furry. And breathing. And is that an eye? It is so hard to see out the window!

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Should we beep the van to make it move? But then we won’t know where it goes. Should we shine a flashlight at it? Is it sleeping? Should we knock on the window?

“Wait,” one of the kids says. Is this because I didn’t pick up my apple core?

Earlier, on our walk, we had put the apple core on the ground in front of our van – meaning to pick it up on the way back inside. But then we had forgotten.

Oops.

“Is it a rock?” Someone asks. “Or a bear?”

I text my parents.

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Mr. Thought devises a plan. He’ll go out the side porch to secure a door that is out there. This way, he can get a closer look – with screen door protection. I’ll stand by the window to get his thumbs down (It’s a bear) or thumbs up (It’s a rock!) and then we will know for sure.

The children do not like this plan. They can only think of bear attacks and death.

“Daddy. If you go out there and get killed by a bear, I’m going to be so mad at you!”

At some point, one of them googles what to do when you face a bear. They start reading us directions like “speak calmly, back away, do not run…”

We tell the kids to chill. Or maybe we yell at them to chill. I’m not saying it is our finest parenting moment. “Sit on the couch and let us figure this out, or go upstairs! We are the grown-ups!”

Then H remembers he has binoculars and runs upstairs to look from the window up there. The other kids follow.

“It’s a rock!” the kids shout, “It’s definitely a rock.”

But when L comes down and looks out the kitchen window again, she is unconvinced again.

We can see fur, and breathing, and is that an eye?

There’s only one way to find out. L sets her phone on the windowsill to capture the drama on video. Mr. Thought goes to the side porch. I watch as he slowly walks to the door that leads to the front.

Thumbs up.

It’s a rock.

A spotlight turns on from our movement, and it becomes obvious.

H says, “I told you! It’s a rock!”

Mr. Thought goes to get his stuff, I text my parents, they laugh.

We are so relieved – not only is it not a bear but now we have a story to go with the time our cat was missing right at the same time we had a mysterious large critter roaming our bedroom. . .

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#sol20 March 8 A Late Slice

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A slice of a lost password
When a long day ends with a funny story, and It’s late
but you have just enough time to write it.
Then your WordPress account won’t work.
It won’t let you in.
It won’t let you change your password
It times you out
And your kids are still up
And you might cry
And you are so tired
So you write in a google document and write it on Facebook
Hoping that the timeout WordPress gave you will be over before midnight.
When the timeout is over, it happens again.
11:55 now.
11:58
And the March Challenge has you beat!
11:59
Post it on Facebook
12:00 Try WordPress one more time
Copy
Paste
12:03
Publish

 

#sol20 March 7 A Slice at the Grocery Store

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At the grocery store, I stare at my items on the conveyor belt. I didn’t think I needed this much for our spring break, but I guess it makes sense.

Veggies
Chips
Dip
Vegan Mac & Cheese
Strawberries
Wine
Firelogs
Dark Chocolate
Wine
Vitamins
Zinc
Laundry Detergent…

I wonder if people think it’s an odd assortment of items – I even try to take a picture to show off how strange it is.

Or maybe anyone passing by can just tell that it’s a mom’s conveyor belt for Spring break:  Snacks by the fire, easy dinners, let’s not get sick, there’s no more hand sanitizer on the shelves, and by the way, we also need to keep up with the laundry.

One of my items doesn’t ring right, and I joke with the clerk, “I’m just here to make your day more exciting!”

“Oh, that’s just what I need,” she says, “after that last family with an $881 order! Three carts worth!”

“Wow,” I say. I feel better about the size of my order.

“Yea, I don’t know if they were one of those people in a panic, stocking up for the pandemic or what,” she says.

“Well, I’m just stocking up for Spring Break!” (Aren’t I witty with the checkout banter?)

And then we talk about hand washing, and how shouldn’t people be doing that anyway? I tell her I’m a teacher, so hand washing is kind of second nature to me.

“Oh, yea,” she says. “That’s what I did too. I was a teacher. I remember back when we had a flu scare. The county brought in gigundo bottles of hand sanitizers and huge boxes of tissues. But then they took us teachers aside to tell us that we shouldn’t use the hand sanitizer too much, or it would stop working against the germs. Soap and water are the best.”

I agree that soap and water are the best bet, she hands me my receipt and we say goodbye,  wishing each other good health.

I feel kind of weird about it, but I take a squirt of the hand sanitizer on my way past the bottle attached to the end of the counter. I mean, better safe than sorry.

#sol20 March 6 A slice in a Parking Lot

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Listen, I admit it. I’m the kind of person you might look at funny in the parking lot of Trader Joes.

Listen, I admit it.  If I’m putting my groceries into my car, and I suddenly realize that I have been hearing a whining sound from behind me, I’m going to turn around.

Listen, I admit it. If I turn around and the whining sound stops, I’m going to pucker my lips out a little and start questioning the dog in the car beside me – the dog I didn’t notice before.

Listen, I admit it. I’m going to ask him if he just wanted attention. I’m going to say, “Was that you? Were you trying to say hello? What are you doing? You’re all serious now, aren’t you? Are you trying to pretend that wasn’t you whining a second ago?”

Listen, I admit it. I’m going to realize mid-speech that it maybe isn’t totally normal to be chatting with a dog you don’t know. I’m going to realize that people might not even see that there is anyone there – canine or human. I probably look like I’m talking to myself.

Listen, I admit it. After I realize this, I’m going to start talking again. “Oh!” I’ll say. “You are super cute even though you are trying to look all serious. What are you thinking about? Where’s your person? You’re such a good dog! A front seat dog!”

Listen, I admit it. I’m going to take a picture before I put my cart away…because look at that puppers!

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#sol20 March 5 A Slice of Apology

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Twice this week I have gotten a coffee in the afternoon, not finished it, put it in the fridge and heated it up in the morning. Then I can pretend I was actually up early enough to stop for coffee.

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This morning I remembered I had an almost full Dunkin in the fridge, and I was so excited.

Then my husband said, “Oh! Just like Nanny!”

Oh. Yep. Just like Nanny.

It used to drive me crazy. My mother-in-law kept old coffee in the pot in the fridge, or sometimes on top of the fridge. She would offer us yesterday’s coffee, and we’d inwardly roll our eyes and decline.  She’d say, “Are you sure? I can micro it.” But instead, we’d go run and grab a fresh coffee.

She’s gone now. But I think I owe her an apology.

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#sol20 March 4 A Slice of a Poem, I Guess?

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I don’t usually hear owls in the morning.

Do I?

This is what I am thinking as I arrive at school, balancing my coffee and bags and a water bottle, and my phone so I can speech-to-text a note to myself to remember later. Only, my phone thinks I’ve said, “I don’t usually hear about it in the morning.”

So I have to rebalance my bags so I can correct that in the note– because it feels like a slice. If I go home hours later and see a note that says “I don’t usually hear about it in the morning,” I’ll never know what I was talking about.

I breathe in the cool morning air, that feels both like it’s spring now, and also like it could snow any day.

Maybe this will be the kind of day where there are slices all around me, I think. Maybe I’ll fill my note on my phone with amazing inspiration for a poem that starts with

I don’t usually hear owls in the morning. 

I can add something about the cool morning air.

I don’t usually hear owls in the morning
Cool morning
Spring air
Snow soon

What a poet I am! I write a little in my mind while I walk to my room.

It will be a day full of slice inspiration. Slice-piration! 

Only I’m pretty busy, and the only other note I write is scrawled on a post-it on a page of the 5th-grade literary essay book. It’s a comment a student makes during the connection of our mini-lesson, and I have to write it down because I need it for my #finthejoy video.

I had reminded the class I was there for writing yesterday, and that today we were going to continue growing ideas about our stories to help us with interpretations for our literary essays.

“Wait. You were here yesterday?” A boy asked. “Morning or afternoon?”

“Afternoon.”

“You’re like a ninja!” he said.

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So, that’s my poem for the day, I guess. It must mean something, right?

 

I don’t usually hear owls in the morning

Cool morning
Spring air
Snow soon

Like a ninja

 

#sol20 March 3 A Slice of Thoughts Between the Chorus

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L and I are in the car, driving to my friend Mardi’s. We’re listening to Lizzo. 

I do my hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell”

L is borrowing some travel accessories for an upcoming trip. Mardi has a belt wallet, and some international electricity adaptors, and maybe a suitcase. 

“Wait. What are we hoping to get from Mardi?” L asks me.

And in my mind, I laugh, thoughts drifting away from Lizzo for just a moment. 

What are we hoping to get from Mardi?

Wisdom, life lessons, love, an example of how to do almost anything the right way… 

How to be a good mom, the kind who puts her kids first, and sets limits and knows mistakes happen. Who makes the kids do chores, and who also snuggles. 

How to be a good friend, the kind who drops everything to come over when she’s needed  – to talk or walk, or even to help you clean out your basement, and knows how to find good restaurants in New York, and goes to bat for you whenever – but only if you are okay with it. And the kind who laughs at your stupid jokes.

How to be a good teacher, the kind who loves to teach, but loves kids even more, who sets boundaries in her classroom and talks to kids so they always know she respects them and also that she expects them to do the work. The kind of teacher who knows you. 

What are we hoping to get from Mardi?

Encouragement, love, laughter, a smile, advice, you know – just all the things you need. 

“Oh,” I say to L, snapping out of my thoughts, “We are going to get that wallet belt thing – and probably see if she has a suitcase.” 

I do my hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell”