Saturday

I still feel as if I have a million things to do, but it’s been a great weekend thus far. I started it by spending about three hours in my classroom Friday evening, making a big dent in the backlog of papers I need to grade. I didn’t get them all finished, but I definitely knocked the stack down to something manageable.

Ron and I went to breakfast at Ollie’s this morning. I don’t eat breakfast very often, but if you’re going to do a thing, you should do it right … and it’s hard to beat Ollie’s for breakfast.

After breakfast, we took Gretchen over to the feed store in Sapulpa and then spent part of the afternoon moving the chickens back into the garden to get rid of some of the weeds. The girls didn’t like being moved, but they were happy to get fresh forage once we got them settled in.

I had just time enough after our chicken-wrangling adventures to take a shower and make a futile attempt to do something with my hair before heading to school for the Vision West block party. It was nice. The weather was pretty (at last — we’ve had rain for days and days and days), we had a good turnout, and I got to see some people I hadn’t seen in a while.

After it was over, I stuck around to help with cleanup, which basically involved moving a lot of folding chairs. I had just finished helping put away the chairs and was standing around, shooting the bull with some of my bosses, when one of our assistant principals shouted my name. Before I could figure out what she was yelling about, my principal pulled me out of the way of a little cargo trailer that had just started moving directly behind me. Suffice it to say that my Achilles tendons are now his biggest fans, as his quick reflexes rescued them from almost certain doom.

Hope your Saturday was filled with sunshine and friendly faces (and, if necessary, blessed with someone fast enough to protect you from any potential disasters that might have headed your way).

Emily

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2 Responses to Saturday

  1. Linda says:

    Isn’t it fun when you get a chance to peek through their secret identities and see your friends as the angels that they are? Glad you are okay.

  2. Carla says:

    I’m not a big breakfast eater but it is my favorite thing to eat out. LOVE it.

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