Singing the Sky

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I’ll tell ya what, something that can really take the fun out of blogging is doing those paid posts. I’ve made almost $4000 at this point, which has helped considerably, but I miss my hobby! I’m not even sure where my camera is right now!

I suppose it doesn’t matter where my camera is, because I could not take pictures of the events below anyway.

1. I finally got hit by a kid. I mean, it seemed inevitable. I’ve been working with disturbed kids for many years, and I think I’ve been very fortunate. Until last week, anyway. I walked into a melee in the office and tried to help. A kid snatched the phone away from my principal, was moving file cabinets around, and shoving the other teacher in there. My presence didn’t help much. The kid wouldn’t leave the room, as we asked but continued to be violent. One of our aides came in, a solid man who used to be a boxer, and put the kid in a good hold. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a “proper school district approved” hold, and my boss, who at that point was standing in the corner, told him to let the kid go. The kid then came after our aide, who blocked every single punch and tried to get him in the school approved hold. The aide had one side of him, and I attempted to get the other side. Any illusions I had about being a strong woman have went straight out the window. The kid jerked his arm away from me and got me in the windpipe. I’m really glad that his aim was off.

The whole thing was just awful, and when it was clear the police were on the way, he ran. (Finally!) The police caught him down the road, and he attacked them too. No fear there. Scary! The kid’s mom was up at the school crying about her baby being in the back of a police car. It was difficult to have sympathy at that time… Anyway, I’m fine. The weird thing about the entire situation is that I never felt the slightest burst of adrenaline the entire time or afterwards. I don’t get that, since later that night there was a thunderstorm, and as usual, I woke up with my heart pounding.

2. I have successfully stuck with a diet for more than a week now. I decided to cut out all carbs, since I have been hungry constantly, even after eating. I started out by eating as much meat, cheese, etc. as I wanted so I wouldn’t be hungry. After two days, my appetite was gone. No more cravings, period. I’ve lost 6 pounds, mostly water at this point, I’m sure. At any rate, this is something I can do. I like not having to count calories and not being hungry all the time.

3. I am overwhelmed by moving and all that getting the house ready entails. To ice this cake, my mom told me that she no longer wants her storage unit, and that she is giving me everything in it so that I can sell it in a garage sale and have more money. I didn’t tell her this (mainly because I do need money), but at this point, I think I’d pay someone to deal with it all for me.

4. I have a horrible cold and/or allergies. I ran a fever, but it feels like allergies. Allergies gone wild. I picked up a prescription for Singulair this afternoon, because even a double dose of Zyrtec isn’t cutting it. I did go to sleep in my car at lunchtime today, however, and my students continue to remark that I look stoned. Sigh.

5. My cat is peeing on the carpet. I think she heard me talking about giving written notice to the apartment complex that we are moving. Goodbye deposit.

You can see why taking pictures for this post is not a good idea. No one wants to see a fat person cleaning up cat pee while their nose and eyes are running. If I could have taken pictures of the first incident, I would have, because they would be interesting. Another one of our aides watched the entire thing through the window, her face pressed up against the glass. I kept wanting to laugh. Surreal…

Caveat: Things are not bad. It’s just not as interesting to write about the same old things that keep going right. Not that cat pee is all that interesting, but hey, it’s blogging!

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