Today, I had to search for something to write. As I paged through my notebook for inspiration, I found a prompt from my poetry writing group: When does someone become a friend? This is a draft of a poem I wrote.

Untitled Poem (Draft)

• You became my friend when you listened to me rand and didn’t run.
• When you told me I had spinach in my teeth after lunch
• When we laughed so hard, we almost convulsed and collapsed
• When we shared painful secrets, then rejoiced in how far we each had come
• When you sat next to me in silence because neither of us knew what to say
• When I learned I could be myself, and you would love me anyway

My lack of an idea led me back to something I had forgotten. I will work on revising this week.

If you read my post yesterday, you know I wasn’t feeling well and canceled my plans for the evening. After dinner (a delicious vegetable sandwich on a seeded Italian roll from our local pizzeria), I went upstairs to change into my pajamas and relax. I decided I would take a little “rest” before returning downstairs. It was 6:00.

I set my phone alarm for a two-hour “nap” and rested my head on the pillow. When the alarm sounded, I turned it off and went back to sleep. Around 9:30, I awoke, made a trip to the bathroom, and played five minutes of Duolingo not to break my 130-day streak. Then, I closed my eyes for the night. I woke up this morning at 9:00 a.m.

I felt tired all week, and I blamed the time change. Obviously, my body didn’t believe that excuse and decided I needed a day to rest. Not fighting the call to sleep was the best thing I did all week.

I am feeling better after easing into Saturday and enjoying a bowl of wonton soup and an egg roll for lunch. Here’s to hoping I am 100% by Monday morning.

Tonight was the night. I was to participate in my second poetry open mic night at the local library. There, I would read two poems I had written and listen to the fantastic poems of other poets. Unfortunately, my body has other plans.

My sinuses have been wonky all week, and I chalked it up to the daily temperature swings. This morning, however, I woke up with a scratchy throat and a slight headache. I popped two Sudafed, hoping to feel better quickly, but it’s been over two hours, and they are not doing the trick. Begrudgingly, I emailed the librarian facilitating the evening and bowed out of my performance slot.

It’s lunchtime now at school, and honestly, I could put my head down and sleep, but I am afraid I would snore. So, this tired teacher is going directly home after school, putting on my pajamas, and wrapping myself in a cuddly blanket with a hot cup of tea. It looks like a late afternoon nap is in store.

I am disappointed because I was looking forward to the evening but trying not to be too upset. Obviously, I can’t control this cold, allergies, or whatever is putting me under the weather. As the above quote says – there’s no point. (Shrug)

What are your favorite things to do on a lazy day? This question was the writing prompt for my 7th-graders today. As I was writing along with them, a lightbulb went off – why wasn’t I using my in-class writing as my slice? So here it is – my favorite things to do on a lazy day.

• Sleep in until I awake on my own. I enjoy not setting an alarm.

• Linger over a cup of tea and the NYT puzzles while listening to coffee house jazz or Baroque strings.

• Binge-watch something on Netflix while snuggled in a comfy blanket. I am too tired most days to watch TV after dinner.

• Eat a leisurely lunch with my husband. Lunch at school is usually at my desk while multitasking.

• Read for pleasure – our latest book club pick or one of the books in my ever-growing TBR stack.

• Take a nap or not. Having the option is a treat.

• Light a scented candle (no flower scents) and write in my notebook in longhand, accompanied by a chai latte.

• Order take-out for dinner. Since my husband cooks every night, I would give him the night off. 😉

• Go to bed feeling calm and peaceful.

This makes me want to schedule a lazy day soon. What are your favorite things to do on a lazy day?

This slice grew from “Write With Us Wednesday” with Linda Rief and Penny Kittle. https://book-love-community.mn.co/spaces/9300719/feed

When I was in school, I was never popular or athletic. I was just the nerdy girl who worried about her grades. I wasn’t enough. High school was similar – I didn’t get into NJH in the first round.
BUT
In my senior year, I was named first chair of the string bass section and was a member of the Philadelphia All-City Orchestra.

Even in All-City, I faced imposter syndrome, which followed me into college. I never measured up to everyone else. I commuted instead of living on campus.
BUT
I used a distorted measuring instrument – my view of myself from within.

I didn’t think I was doing enough because I wasn’t doing what other music teachers were doing in their classrooms.
BUT
So many students have fond memories of our shows at SCS.

Growing older has liberated me (mostly) from not feeling “enough.” Being satisfied with doing the best I can do is “good enough” for me.

This winter has felt long, and the state of the world has made it feel even longer, but today, I feel lighter. The trees are budding, the temperature reached 65, and I didn’t need to turn on my lights until 7:00. While I still feel the effects of losing an hour over the weekend, the extra daylight at the end of the day is a welcome sight.

Spring may still be 10 days away, but I finally feel it is coming. Living in Pennsylvania, we experience “false spring” quite often. The daily fluctuation in temperature causes my sinuses to become an indicator of the changes in barometric pressure. Today, I feel it’s time to prepare for the next phase—allergy season! I’m not complaining, though. I’ll take allergy season over “can’t decide what season it is” season.

Here’s to the hope of spring – just what my soul needs.

This afternoon, I enjoyed reading and grading odes. Grading writing is my least favorite part of my job as an ELA teacher. Sometimes, it becomes tedious, and I can’t wait to get to the last paper, but today was sheer pleasure.

After reading “Dear Basketball” by Kobe Bryant and learning about the qualities of an ode, my students took on the challenge of writing an ode to an everyday thing. They are always a little hesitant to write poetry, but they outdid themselves this time.

Their subjects ranged from the expected—summer, the beach, soccer, and such—to chicken sandwiches, Chipotle, donuts, tacos, and the American Flag. Their use of figurative language and concrete images was noteworthy. I could feel the love jumping off the page. These odes are some of the best writing they have done to date. I am so proud of them and can’t wait to tell them tomorrow.

Doing nothing was not the plan, but plans are meant to be changed, aren’t they? I woke up early to do a few errands with my husband. It was more like he was doing the errands, and I was along for the ride. We were out for about an hour, came home, unloaded the car, and hubby made us a delicious omelet for breakfast. Now, it was time to tackle that “to-do” list.

My first mistake was sitting in the living room “for just a few minutes.” Then, the few minutes turned into a “few more” minutes. The second mistake was picking up that comfy blanket from the blanket alongside the recliner. The minutes turned into hours that included catching the ends of two different movies, a phone call with my daughter, and a nap that may or may not have benefited from resetting my phone timer. (SHRUG)

Now, I will tackle a couple of things from my list – the easier ones, of course, and then be ready to settle in with my book after dinner. At another time in my life, I would have felt guilty about “wasting” a Saturday, but not anymore. I am on a schedule Monday through Friday, so Saturdays get to be whatever I need them to be. They are sometimes busy, which is great, but slow Saturdays are my favorite.

My seventh graders love candy treats, and I usually get rolls of Smarties. I recently realized they also love Lifesaver Pep-o-mints and the five original flavors. Hence, two two-pound bags reside in the closet behind my desk.

Last week, I felt the urge for something sweet, and since I had no chocolate, a Lifesaver would have to do. I reached in and pulled out a light-yellow, individually wrapped candy, popping it in my mouth. I had forgotten that the yellow ones were pineapple-flavored, and immediately, I was transported back to my childhood home and the Lifesavers my dad usually had on his desk.

I don’t remember if they were the original five-flavor rolls or the tropical fruit ones. Still, I vividly remember trying to calculate when the pineapple one would be the next candy to appear at the open end of the roll. (We were not allowed to be choosy).

Dad’s been gone since 1995, but the sweet memory of those Lifesavers remains.