Gen X in decline

 Some years ago I learned an acquaintance from college had terminal cancer.  He had made some mistakes, and in his last months, he was changing, apologizing, and working to get back to who he wanted to be.  His kids were young teens- he was the first (that I heard) of my peers passing.

Lately, the news of terminal illnesses and sudden endings has been coming more frequently.  My great friend Scott passed after a long illness.  Scott, who was by far the sweetest, kindest, most generous human I knew. He was long-suffering and Christlike.  He was forgiving and joyful even in the pain.  Scott is safe in Jesus but is sorely missed by many still here.

This past week I woke up at 5:50 and I was already thinking about Scott and his sister who misses him daily.  Then I thought of my friend from middle school, Jennifer.  Jen's long suffered the same illness as Scott.  She had never had it easy- her mom passed when she was a baby- she was the oldest of a very large and poor family.  She had experienced her own health problems for many years.  She had a son just out of high school.  It was just them for a long while, but then in her 30s she married and started her second family.  Her second son was meeting milestones until he was about 3 when he started to have trouble walking, and potty training gains reversed.  He was diagnosed with autism.  Around that time she lost a baby in a late-term miscarriage.  That was devastating, but not long after she had another son- he had Spina Bifida and was also later diagnosed with autism.  She had a fierce love for those boys- her husband left her, so she was alone to work, advocate for her special needs kids, and deal with her own health issues.  She was in and out of the hospital, with surgeries, long recoveries, treatments- general ill health, and still she fought with all her power to get everything for her kids. 

She passed on Easter Sunday.  

When I learned that she had passed I thought of another friend from high school who had recently announced on FB that she was fighting breast cancer.  She too has a long story of struggles.  Sexual and physical abuse destroyed her self-worth, and just when she had finally escaped to a happier place with her kids and her family- she gets this . . . As always she put on her armor  and stepped into the storm-

I tried to check on her via Facebook yesterday, but I no longer had access.  I don't know what that means.  I hope it means that she's decided to cull her friends list to people she regularly interacts with so that she can focus on her recovery.  

So, THANK YOU GOD for my personal health, and the health, and wellness of my husband and children.  THANK YOU for helping me grow and move through my own struggles.  GOD BLESS those struggling with health issues for themselves and their families.  Comfort, Calm, Rest, Understanding, a return of JOY, and Growth in YOU for my acquaintances, friends, and family who are struggling.

update local bucket list

 Last month I wrote a local bucket list- and I have been working on it- accomplished some things- not started many things.  I could add some things- 

Every day I try to do a few things- maybe just 10 minutes a day, but any little bit helps me not turn into mush.  

Every day I try to do these things for at least 10 minutes:

Draw and/or paint

Study a language (Spanish or French)

Read a book

Listen to the Bible in a Year podcast

The things I should tell myself to do every day?

Exercise

Clean the house

Fold the laundry

Organize my office

Work on future lesson plans

Bible study

Well, darling- summer is coming.  Here's what I know about summer when you are a school teacher- those seem to be the sweetest two months of the year.  Even sweeter because you have survived the school year.

I work at a Title 1 school, which means lots of low-income kids- which comes with challenges many people would never consider.  I came in having already considered them- being that I was a low-income kid myself.

Sweet-Hot-Lazy summer- I have never looked so forward to you!  Three weeks left of school.  Three.

Here's an unusual reason I'm looking forward to summer this year.  Pandemic residue.  I guess I didn't really process it at the time, but looking back on the pandemic I realize I was overwhelmed with all of it.  And the more overwhelmed I felt, the more it manifested in the house.  Things started piling up.  Papers, books, clothes, toys- things that need to be sorted and donated and tossed just sat around.  And the more stuff that sat around the more I looked at it and felt like giving up.  I couldn't make decisions about what to do with it.  Even when I did make a choice I couldn't effectively execute the plan.  

Now I'm looking at the mess- an embarrassing mess of stuff and thinking- summer is coming.  I'm going to say, "Thank you for your service, goodbye" to some things all over the house.  I HOPE. I really need to get started now- but I am also lazy.

I would like to take the girls on vacation.  I would love a beach- but a cooler beach- a northern beach. A cold water, warm sand nothing to do beach- but that's not really for kids- it's for me.  The kids want a something to do all the time vacation.  They want to go to Sicily to visit their cousins.  I want to do that too- but then money.  :) 

Here is my updated Bucket list

1. I have not  started a fire without matches or lighter- this seems like a summer activity

2. I have made one self portait. (1/7)

3. 13/24 books read

4. 18/52 blogs written

5. 18/49 pages left in an art journal which I had already started some years ago.

6. 162/300 days in Duolingo

7. Teacher cert- no progress X

8. Write a kid's book  X

9.  Acupuncture X

10.  Embroider Lord's prayer X

11. Baby booties X

12. James Method X

Giobunny

Sometimes I can't help but hear what people are talking about.  I heard a group of teens engaged in the following conversation- I came in after it had started.  

Girl: What do you know you don't know how it's supposed to be pronounced?!

Boy: It's supposed to be pronounced the American way because it's an American name.

Girl: What do you mean?

Boy: My mom spelled it like that so that it would be pronounced the American way.

Girl: So how does your mom say it?

Boy: She doesn't.  She doesn't speak English.

Girl: How can your mom not say it! What does she call you?

Boy: Oh, nobody at home calls me by my name.  Everyone calls me 'Bunny.'

Girl: 'Bunny?'  Why?

Boy: I don't know!  That's just what everyone has always called me.

I was trying to mind my own business, but sometimes people are too funny.

Bunny's name is Giovanni- which is the Italian form of John.  

In Spanish 'B' and 'V' are interchangeable in sound- the sound is slightly different from either the English /b/ or /v/.

Many bilingual students are blissfully unaware of the similarities and differences between English and Spanish.  They don't give any attention to cognates or near cognates, they have no recognition of similar and dissimilar sounds and spellings.  They recognize that Spanish is a far more transparent language, but that seems to be as far as it goes.

You're my favorite banana

 

I dreamed last night that I was at a large conference.  The venue was huge, in fact, I kept getting lost.  I was looking for someone.  I was anxious to find him since it has been a long time since we had met.  I looked and looked- but I couldn't find him.  I wandered all around, and even ended up in places outside of the conference zone.  

Finally, I found him.  He was dressed head to foot (including a hood that completely covered his face) in a suit that was loose and flowing, almost like a robe.  It was black, and it had smiling bananas wearing sunglasses and giving a thumbs up all over it.

Unphased by this unusual turn of events, I went to him.  I gave him a hug and said, "You're my favorite banana." Then I turned around and walked away, immediately to be lost again.

And what did I gain from this dream?  

It made me think that you needed to hear/read this today:  "Have I told you today that you're my favorite banana?"  You are.