It’s my favorite day of the year—MLB’s OPENING DAY. Baseball makes me nostalgic for simple summer days when arguments were usually smack talk between a Phillies fan and a Mets fan. I love watching baseball and hearing the crack of the bat and the ball hitting the catcher’s mitt. It is music to my ears. I can put the world’s worries on a shelf for a few hours and cheer (or yell at) my favorite team. Life is good.

Opening Day of MLB
Phillies Phans are Pheeling Phine
Energized for another season
Nine innings of nail-biting nervousness
Insurance runs a plus
Never count us out
Going yard – ring the bell

Day game or night
America’s Pastime lives on
Young & old alike

Barometric Effect

Weather changes

ethmoidal sinuses

Pulsating pressure

Facial pain

Brain blood vessels dilate

maxillary sinuses:

Throbbing headache

Eye tearing

Nasal congestion

frontal sinuses

Allergy exacerbation

Postnasal drip

sphenoidal sinuses

Sinus pressure is no joke! Even my eyes feel heavy, and I want to sleep. I borrowed lines from various articles on barometric pressure and sinuses to craft my poem.

It’s standardized test week here, and I proctor the tests for 19 students in my 7th-grade homeroom. Each day, a different subject is tested. Today, there are two 40-minute reading tests.

As I look around the room, I get a chance to really look at each student. Some are deep in thought; others are plodding through, while still others have dashed their way through the test and are sitting waiting patiently or reading a book.

I would like to know what the future holds for each of them. Are future doctors, lawyers, or teachers sitting before me? Is the next great fashion designer, architect, or electrician in this room? At 13, do they have any ideas of what they might like to do for a job in the future? There may be a couple of budding attorneys with how some would like to negotiate!

What does the future hold for these students? I keep telling them that they are our future, that they can be change-makers, that they can use their voices for good. I hope they do.

Some people tell me I am naive or Pollyanna-like, but I am cautiously optimistic. Each generation has the power to work for change to make this world a better place. I am counting on great things from the group who sits before me today.

It has been a jam-packed weekend, and I am tired, but in a good way. I am struggling to find inspiration and a slice right now. I have perused other writers’ slices, and nothing. I’ve looked around the room where I’m trying to write, and nothing. Where are all the words hiding? Why can’t I come up with an idea?!? Do you know why? All the ideas are hiding from me in a twisted game of Hide-and-Seek!

Where exactly do writing ideas hide?

• in memories
• in worries about upcoming events
• in the songs of the birds and the whispers of the trees
• in tales told by your grandchildren
• in bits and pieces of overheard conversations
• in heartache and disappointment
• in laughter and smiles, sadness and joy
• in full-circle moments
• in favorite sweaters and stories of where they have been
• in chaos and in quiet

Writing ideas are hiding everywhere, some in plain sight. Here’s to hoping tomorrow I have the energy to get in the game and coax those illusive ideas out of their hiding places.

Today, we attended our granddaughter’s Spring Showcase. She is eleven and has been dancing for about eight years, but this is her first year participating in a performance group. What a treat! E. danced in a duo, a jazz group, and a lyrical group.

The dancers were beautiful, elegant, and dynamic. I was in awe of their fluid bodies and facial expressions as they moved across the stage, interpreting the music. I admire their vulnerability and willingness to share the feelings and movements that surely emanated from their souls.

Thank goodness for the arts.

Doodads and doodles reminded me of this format, so I will try to remember to add it to my writing practice each week. (https://doodadsanddoodles.blog/) This slice is a look back at my week.

Five Smiles
* Completing my MRI in the open MRI machine
* An unexpected visit from my son, who was bearing St. Joseph Cakes.
*Seeing my first robin of spring
*Realizing a new Chinese restaurant had opened where our favorite one had closed.
*Catching up on ALL of my grading

Four Words
* Peaceful
* Refreshed
* Reading
* Connecting

Three Weekend Plans
* Emma’s dance competition team showcase
* A Bridal shower tea (for my nephew’s fiancee)
* High school jazz festival (my son is directing one of the finalist bands)

Two Lessons Learned
* There is joy in every day if you look for it.
* Napping is self-care.

One Goal
* Move more, whether exercising or walking.

Bread is my kryptonite! I could eat it at every meal, and I have never met a loaf of bread I didn’t like. These are a few of my favorites.

Italian: It has to be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. While yummy with butter, nothing is better than dipping it into your favorite pasta sauce and cleaning your plate with it. The inside is an absorbent sponge that soaks up the last bits of deliciousness, ending with a satisfying crunch of the crust.

White: Nothing is better to encase peanut butter and jelly (strawberry preserves) than plain old “American” white bread.

Raisin: The perfect way to get the sweetness you crave without diving into a box of cookies. Toasted with a thin (or not-so-thin) butter coating, it perfectly complements an evening cup of tea.

Jewish Rye: It has to be a Jewish Rye with its shiny crust and dense body accented with caraway seeds. Seedless rye is for amateurs! I enjoy NOTHING more than a toasted piece (or two) of Jewish Rye bread. I will eat regular mass-produced rye, but it doesn’t hold a candle to my childhood memories of “real” rye bread.

It’s a good thing I am writing this upstairs and am too tired to trek back downstairs, or I might be making a bedtime snack. I can hear the raisin and rye calling to me. Oh, wait! Have you ever had raisin rye? Heaven!

On the eve of the vernal equinox, I saw my first Robin Redbreast of the season. I didn’t realize how much I needed spring to arrive until that moment.

I look forward to seeing flowers bloom all around me, but I am not looking forward to the allergies that come with those flowers.

I look forward to the spring rains, which nourish the flowers and bring my grass back to green, but I am not looking forward to the landscaper bills and indoor recesses that come with those rains.

I look forward to more extended daylight and lengthening days into evenings, but I am not looking forward to the spring fever that distracts me on those lighter evenings.

I look forward to the MLB opening day, but I am not looking forward to the ups and downs of following my favorite team (The Phillies).

To be honest, I am looking forward to everything spring has to offer, and I will try to take the other inconveniences in stride. I need spring. I need sunlight. I need hope.

Today was Club Day in the middle school. Once a month, we have a special schedule where all six periods are shortened to allow for an extra period for clubs at the end of the day. Clubs include Scrabble, the 24 Four game, comedy writing, trivia, drama, and my club, creative writing.

We received the Club Day schedule back in January, and all of the dates are written on my calendar and highlighted by our principal on the weekly faculty information sheet as they come up. But neither of those things was enough to help me remember that today was the day!

This morning, a student in my homeroom asked me when the next club day was, and I confidently told him, “On the 18th.” It was then that it hit me – TODAY IS THE 18TH!

I couldn’t believe I had forgotten about club day, hadn’t looked at the folder, or considered what activities we were going to do. I felt better when I realized that two other teachers had also forgotten.

Luckily, I had two activities I had forgotten about (see the pattern?) ready to go. Thanks to my good friend Jolene, who gifted me Paint Chip Poetry and a bag of random words I had cut from magazines, I didn’t have to spend my entire lunch period crafting activities.