Ode to Billy Joel

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#SOL16 Day 19

Inspired by wahooliteracyteacher.wordpress.com

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts. ~ Billy Joel

Why should I worry?
If I Only Had the Words To Tell You

Tell Her About It
Uptown Girl
We Didn’t Start the Fire

A Matter of Trust
Honesty
An Innocent Man
Only the Good Die Young

I Don’t Want to be Alone
While the Night is Still Young
Getting Closer
You’re My Home
Keeping the Faith

Piano Man
Say Goodbye to Hollywood
Goodnight Saigon
Leningrad
Allentown
I Loved These Days

Every Picture Tells a Story.

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#SOL16 Day 18

Every object tells a story if you know how to read it.  ~ Henry Ford

It is Friday and the end of a loonngg week!  I thought I’d go small with some six word stories for this entry.

5150b0fd5e7d1-image     First day of Spring -snow storm.

Need to eat less simple carbs.   what-is-the-difference-between-good-and-bad-carbs

springbreak-600x418  Four more days until Spring Break!

Laughing with friends is best medicine.          friendship-clipart-9irr8yyxt

e8e38e22addd4045757203f2c38347d2 Being Nona is the greatest role.

The End of the Rainbow

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#SOL16 Day 17

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. ~ Matthew 6:21

What treasure would you keep at the end of the rainbow?

I would keep the memories that I have made with my family and friends. Memories – my first date, my wedding day, the birth of my children, the death of my father, the wedding days of my children, the day I learned I was going to be a Nona (grandmom). I would keep all the memories that others may not think were memorable – babysitting my grandchildren, getting published, the faces of my students during the spring show, a thank you received from a student, my 40th birthday spent in Vermont leaf-peeping. I could go on and on.

I have learned over the years that those are more important than gold. So often we get wrapped up in our day to day lives that we forget about those times that brought us joy and sadness, those times that shaped who we have become.

If I keep those memories as treasures, when I am having a bad day, I can go to my “pot of gold”, pull out a memory, and remind myself how good my life has really been. If I keep those memories as treasures, when I am old and having trouble remembering, I can pull out a memory and feel like the younger me.

Thinking about this questions makes me realize that I should be writing more in my journal – my “pot of gold” – because no matter how good a person’s memory is the memories will eventually fade. Writing will keep them alive.

Weighing in on Things

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#SOL16 Day 16

No one knows the weight of another’s burden. ~ George Herbert

It’s been a busy day, and I am posting late.  I am tired and didn’t even know what day it was today.  Yet, I knew that at the end of my day I would come home to someone who loved me in my safe little world and lay my weary aching bones down in my comfy bed.  I am one lucky lady.

Then I started thinking about my students and the burdens that some of them carry with them whether it be family illness, their own illnesses, over bearing parents, or inattentive ones.  How many of their heads are resting easy on their pillows tonight?  How many are tossing and turning with worry?

I hope that every day I can keep those thoughts in my mind and remember to think about those burdens before I come down too heavy on one of my students.

Rain, You’ve Been Around Too Long!

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#SOL16 Day 15

Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards. ~ Vladimir Nabakov

Rain, you’ve been around too long!
Drizzle
Pouring
Drenching
Driving
Rain, you’ve been around too long!
Slicker
Galoshes
Umbrella
Wipers
Rain, you’ve been around too long!
Misty
Damp
Chilly
Soggy
Rain, you’ve been around too long!
Two more
Days of
Indoor
Recess
Rain, you’ve been around too long!

 

 

Rainy Days and Mondays

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#SOL 16 Day 14

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling. ~John Steinbeck

I really don’t like to be a complainer, because I have very little patience for other people who complain.  However, as a grow older I realize that I have become a human barometer.  You don’t need to tune into late night or early morning news to see what the weather is going to be for the day.  My knees will tell you when we are having snow or rain.  They throb and scrape bone on bone making it difficult to walk or even sleep. When the weather is really bad, my wrists join in the fun and make simple tasks like blow drying my hair, opening a jar, or holding something heavier than a  glass of water a major project.

But in case you really cannot put your faith in my knees and wrists, my sinuses will back up the forecast.  I feel a little dizzy. My head pounds, my eyes get dry, and even my teeth hurt when the barometric pressure is on the move.

Today was one of those days.  A cold, raw, nasty rainy day had me wishing I was in sunny Florida, and I don’t even like the heat and sun! I am looking forward to getting all my work finished for the day and climbing into my warm and comfy bed.  If only my head would stop pounding!!!

 

Wait, Wait…Don’t Tell Me!

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#SOL 16 Day 13

Sometimes we survive by forgetting. ~Unknown

Wait, Wait…Don’t Tell Me! is an hour-long weekly radio show on NPR where contestants play various games featuring questions based on the week’s news. When I can, I like to listen to it and play along on Saturday afternoons.

These days, however, “wait, wait….don’t tell me” has a different meaning for me.  It seems like I am constantly forgetting words or why I walked into a room.  This is frustrating and unnerving.  Here I am in the middle of class, and I can’t think of the word I want to say.  Sometimes I can even see the first letter of the word I want to use. It is on the tip of my tongue, yet I cannot retrieve it from the filing cabinet of my brain. My students even try to fill in the word for me.  That’s when I want to say,”Wait, wait….don’t tell me!” But they can only wait for so long.  They really are trying to be helpful.

When this forgetfulness first started happening, my mother would tell me that is was because I was doing so much and had so much on my mind.  I believed her. It was plausible.  Yet in the back of my mind I kept worrying that I had early stages of dementia. On more than one occasion I would be in the middle of a conversation and not remember what I was talking about! Then If I remembered, I would have to blurt it out right away before I forgot again.

So rather than ask a medical professional about my memory issue, I played Nancy Drew, and set out to solve the mystery myself.  The more I read, the more I realized that what I was experiencing, and am still experiencing, is a symptom of menopause. So of all the 34 possible symptoms listed I hit the jackpot and am suffering from memory lapses.  What are the other 33 you ask?  Sorry, I don’t remember.

Coming Home

 

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#SOL16 Day 12

There’s nothing half so pleasant as coming home again. ~Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

A candle flickers; it lights the way
to the place we rest at the end of day.
Here we can lay our burdens down
and feel the love that is all around.
It is where we can laugh, and cry, and shout,
where family understands what we’re all about
No matter where or how far we roam,
there is no better feeling than coming home.

Journey

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#SOL16 Day 11

All journeys have a secret destination of which the traveler is unaware. ~ Martin Buber

Surrounded by many, I travel alone
Tentatively, one step at a time
Like a tightrope walker
Clinging
Anticipating a road sign, a mile marker, a clue
Yet finding none
Where am I going?

Journeying onward – still alone
Longing to return to the familiar
Like a refugee
Searching
Eyes seeking a flicker, a beacon, a light
Blinded by the darkness
Where am I going?

Trying to read the stars, I travel alone
Their light fading with my gaze
Like a nomad
Lost
Longing, yet pushing on – adrift, afraid, alone
Without a compass or map
Where am I going?

Where am I going?
Perhaps the destination is not for me to know,
But to discover.
When I get there, I will recognize and understand,
I will arrive on the wings of those who walked with me
when I feared solitude.

Where Does Writing Hide?

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#SOL16  Day 10

What we see depends mainly on what we look for. ~John Lubbock

Where Does Writing Hide?

  • In the billowy clouds rolling acros the sky
  • In the early morning giggles of a slumber party
  • In the smell of lilacs
  • In the aroma of homemade chicken soup
  • In 4th of July fireworks
  • In smiles and tears
  • In the death of a family member
  • In a child’s smile
  • In the memory of a first kiss
  • In an unexpected visitor
  • In a friend’s supportive phone call
  • In a whirlagig
  • In the smell of fresh coffee
  • In a new coat of paint
  • In a cyclone fence surrounding Fido
  • In a surprise party
  • In a bridal shower
  • In a baby’s first steps
  • In a favorite song
  • In an old prom gown
  • In a photo album
  • In the water droplets on a leaf
  • In the mellow tones of an alto saxophone
  • In the delicate notes of the windchimes

Ideas for writing are everywhere. You just have to look at the world with a writer’s eye.