A comic.
For our Wednesday in-service, the social studies department invited several scholars and historians from the local community and a bunch of older alumni and alumnae from Falls Church High School to come speak with us. It was a neat lesson in local history, and my favorite part was definitely just listening to the old timers tell stories of their glory days. It reminded me of both of my grandfathers, who are consummate storytellers.
It’s just a really damn good song, that’s all.
Since I’m back at work, it means the Wife has to wake up earlier than she has all summer in order to get a ride to work. She is not happy about it.
And with that, summer is at an end for me. This week is teacher in-service week, where I get to set up my classroom (or my corner of someone else’s classroom, as seems more likely) and get ready to face students next Monday. Wish me luck!
I went to the doctor on Thursday and got my ear rinsed out. Apparently I didn’t have an ear infection or swimmer’s ear, like the doctor at the walk-in clinic told me, but rather just a whole heckuva lot of earwax crammed in there. It was super gross but very satisfying to be able to hear again.
So my grandfather, who has dementia and bad knees, took a bad fall while we were visiting last weekend. He bruised himself pretty badly, and we ended up calling an ambulance to come take him to the emergency room to have his hip looked at. It was just bruised, nothing broken, but he’s been quickly declining since then, and the dementia appears to be getting worse. My grandmother told me today that she’s taking him to an assisted living facility in town, While I’m glad she’s doing it – this has been very hard on my grandmother, and she can’t really take care of him on her own – it’s leaving me feeling sad. I know, logically, that my grandparents won’t live forever, but I kinda hoped maybe they would.
Annabelle wanted to go swimming every single day we were in Oklahoma. And, as hot as it usually is there, I don’t blame her, but I haven’t been able to hear out of my right ear in almost two weeks now.
So much red meat.
I’m back from Oklahoma! Both the niece and I survived the trip, though it was hotter than the dickens while we were there. It’s always hotter than hell in Oklahoma in August.
Sketches From Memory 