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October 17th, 2009
08:41 am

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Another Good-bye
   I feel like I have to write this because I need some closure.  As many of you know, my grandfather died last week after losing a 17-year battle with Alzheimer’s disease.  He stopped eating about a week before that, when he “forgot” how to swallow.  I had always hoped that his heart would forget how to beat first, but unfortunately the disease tends to take things backward, and a heartbeat forms within a couple weeks of conception, before there is even much for it to do.  (Just looked it up, it happens 22 days after conception.  That is amazing!)  Since his service won’t be for a month or more, I think I need to reflect on him a little now, so I can begin to move on.  With the last two, there was a service that week, but that didn’t happen in this case.
    I have always felt that as the oldest grandchild, I was the luckiest as well, because I had the most memories of the old Grandpa.   The Grandpa who existed before the terrible disease that slowly took him away from us.  I remember visiting his house as a child and seeing his garden.  He was proud of his garden and showed it off to me and my dad.  I remember he grew tomatoes, and had a lemon tree in the yard nearby.  He also grew flowers.  Even after the disease started to get the better of him, he would cut gardenias from the bush outside and bring them in for Grandma, because they were on of her favorites.  She would put them in a special vase that projected the smell throughout the house, and they smelly just lovely.  I still remember the grandpa of when I was little.  The grandpa of tickles and funny jokes and tricks.  He used to wiggle his ears at me and make me laugh.  I also remember the grandpa of practicality.  When he was helping me with my math worksheets, he taught me to erase more efficiently by erasing in the shape of the number I was erasing.  I remember his taking me out to the pool to swim after work, and chasing me around the pool.
    One of my most precious memories comes from when I was just 5.  It was the summer that they visited, and the memory is all the more precious because it is one of the few I have of my uncle that died that fall.  Sometime during the visit, he pulled me aside with my uncle.  He gave me a small gift, with a story behind it.  It was a small aluminum cross that said “God Loves You” on it.  He explained that he was giving them to the oldest child in each family.  He said he had one at home.  Then my uncle reached in his pocket and pulled out his cross that was identical.  Grandpa made me feel so special that day!  My priest blessed it, and I started carrying it with me everywhere when I learned to drive.  I wish the selfish person who stole my purse in college would have left me that cross, because it was more precious to me than anything else in that purse.
    Later on, as the disease took away the things that Grandpa loved, like golfing and gardening, some things remained.  The last time I saw him at home, just 5 months before he went into the nursing home, he was making jokes at the dinner table.  They were simple jokes, but his sense of humor remained even as so much else was lost.  We went for a short walk on that visit, and I was asking him about his early life.  I asked him how you milk a cow, and he just curled his hands like we has holding on and started pulling his hands up and down.  He clearly hadn’t forgotten the things he’d done as a youngster in Minnesota.
    At the same time, he has left his mark on the world.  There is a design in the U.S. Patent Office with his idea on it.  There are two young women who remember him as a the Grandpa who loved to play with them.  We all played the organ that he started learning to play on.  He served in the Navy with our other heroes during World War II.  His mark may not be huge, but he has left a mark on our world, nonetheless. 

We love you and will miss you, Grandpa.

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October 4th, 2009
10:18 am

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Waiting
Just a little less than a year ago, my family gathered at my home to take my Grandma's remains to Alington National Cemetary.  Today we are in a vigil of sorts, waiting for the end to come for her husband.  My grandfather stopped swallowing on Wednesday, and as such can neither eat nor drink.  Since he is in late stage Altzheimers, there of course is a DRN order in place, and no one really has the heart to postpone the inevitable with a feeding tube anyways.  He's not conscious, and not in pain, thanks to hospice, but there is still waiting to do.  I expect a phone call tonight.  I've learned that grandparents die on Sunday nights.  No idea why that is so, it just is.  So I have the day off today, and will go to church and pray for mercy for my Grandpa, and spend the afternoon knitting something complicated to distract my brain from the waiting.

If you are the praying type, please keep Raymond in your prayers.

Current Mood: melancholy

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September 9th, 2009
07:26 am

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Writer's Block: Splurging for My Future

What's something you would splurge on this year to improve your future?

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DIning room set.
New couch and/or loveseat.

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August 28th, 2009
10:36 am

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Writer's Block: Clock Punching

What was your first job?


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I was a newspaper carrier for the Boston Globe.  I started when I was nine, and had the job for a little more than 3 years.  I held the route continuously for that time, and earned a scholarship that paid about a third of my parents out-of-pocket costs for my first year of college.  Not to mention that it gave me spending money to buy things I wanted.  Like my first (and only) 10-speed bike, which is in my basement as we speak.  I also bought a camera that died, and various things throughout the years.  Some of the savings from that paid for my college applications 5 years later.  More paid for my first computer.  I wrote the check to Gateway.  I did almost all the repairs myself on that computer, because I knew how long it took to earn it, and I didn't want to trust anyone else to touch it.
I learned a lot from that paper route.  I can still remember the neighborhood early in the morning.  The smell of the newsprint.  The sound of the Mass Pike in the distance.  The mourning doves cooing.  The frigid cold that numbed me to my core.  The feel of my bed when I got home and there was a snow day so I could go back to sleep.

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August 23rd, 2009
09:35 am

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Writer's Block: Decision Time

When you need to make a difficult decision, what kind of resources do you consult for guidance?


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My husband and my mom.

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August 17th, 2009
09:32 am

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It's Been a Month
Yes, it has been a month since I last posted.  I guess I can't complain that no one else ever posts if I don't do so myself.  I just haven't had much that I want to say on here.  Let's go over where I am in life:
-I didn't get the job I interviewed for.  The only call for an interview I got out of tons of apps sent out.  I'm not sure where to go from here.  I have the same job as last year, so at least I will have steady, if low, income for the coming year.  But I don't seem to be getting anywhere with finding a permanent job, and I'm tired of this.
-Still can't do all the things I'd like to the house.  Sure, I should start with what I have the supplies for.  I'm just having trouble getting motivated right now.
-We can't keep up with the lawn this year.  All the rain has made it grow like kudsu, so I have to go out and rake what I mowed on Saturday so it doesn't kill the whole lawn.  Don't even ask about the garden.  It just kinda didn't really happen this year.
-I did all my traveling in the begining of the summer this year, leaving August as this big boring month with no structure.  So naturally, I have gotten nothing done.
-Ok, so I have been knitting a lot.  I have several different Christmas gifts on the needles, and plans for like one more to go on the needles.  I have some sewing to do for Christmas as well, but I'm well on my way to a sane Christmas.  Well, as long as I keep up my progress.
-Maybe today I will go play in my basement sewing room.  That would be a good use of a day off.
-We went to the church social last night at the pool club by our house.  Now I totally want to join next year.  I'm thinking about socking away some money here and there to save up for it.  There are a lot of things I'd like to sock away money for, though.  And I have to do it secretly, or it could get commandeered in a tight week.  Or I might just spend it on yarn.  [Slaps mouse away from knitpicks.com]

OK, I'm going to go do something instead of sitting here writing about doing something.

Current Location: home
Current Mood: frustrated

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July 6th, 2009
01:16 pm

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Writer's Block: Firsts

What was the subject title of your first-ever LJ entry?

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It was very original:
First Entry, 5/17/2005 12:10am
Wow!
I'm blown away.

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June 30th, 2009
03:43 pm

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Writer's Block: Comic Instinct

Do you think animals have a sense of humor?

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I'm not sure.  All I know is that every time I knock down the nest that they build RIGHT NEXT TO my front door, the Robins find something new and irritaing to $h** on.  Last year, they took a dump right on the screen door handle.  This year, they managed to perch on several screens and then have explosive diahrrea that leaves a turd in the screen and a 6" cloud of poop spatters 2 inches in on the window itself.  I don't know how they do this, but it is a real pain to clean.  Luckily I have the open in windows to facillitate the process.
So you tell me.  Are they just vengeful, or do they ahve a sense of humor?

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09:57 am

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Tuesday Morning Ramble

Maybe if I post it they will come?  Dunno.  Anywho, I will post my thoughts into the ether anyways, and people can read it or not.

So this Tuesday morning finds me sitting with the windows open, thank goodness, enjoying the weather.  I don't mind the hot weather when I have A/C cranking, which I did last week, but I much prefer the cooler weather that allows me to keep the windows open to fresh air.  There is a much stronger pull to go outside when you can smell it and feel the breeze that won't wither you to a raisin.  I have been semi-productive in the past week.  The house is partially cleaned up from our vacation.  (How does the house GET messy while we are away?)  I have all I need to paint the kitchen, and I haven't started yet.  I worked through the mending pile yesterday, so Joe has an extra 3 pairs of pants in the rotation now, and I got my lavendar sweater back.  I ordered new tee shirts last week and promptly forgot to wash them with the laundry, so they will enter the rotation with the next batches of laundry.  I've been working through the gigantor pile of laundry.  I'm mostly done, but totally amazed at how much could be left.  I washed 4 sets of sheets yesterday, hanging them on the line to dry.  It looked really pretty, all those fluttery colors in the breeze.  I did some cleaning in the sewing room, trying to tidy it up before it looks like mom's did.  There's also the fact that i will need space to make a new baby quilt to take to Oregon before I go.  I have two adorable sets of fabric to make it from.  I kind of figure the rest will go into being made for future babies that come along.  The nice thing about stash fabric for baby quilts is that you can start them at any time of day without going anywhere to buy supplies.  I now have enough stash, I think, for two boy quilts and two girl quilts.  I'm ready for any quilting emergency.  I've been planning out Christmas gifts for relatives, so that I can get them done well before November/December.  I'd love to have time to decorate the house this year, which will be much more possible if I'm not frantically sewing and knitting gifts at the last minute.  I'm going to have to rethink my travel knitting before my next trip, since the projects I'm working on are for the people I'm visiting.  It would spoil Christmas very much if they saw their gifts in progress now.  So I either have to finish the gifts before I go, or start new projects for other people to take with me.  Mmmmmm, casting on new projects . . .

Ok, I warned you this was a ramble.  Aren't you afraid yet of what is going on in my head?

Current Mood: creative

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June 25th, 2009
03:42 pm

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$40
It is amazing just how much wood you can get for $40.  I bought an apple bin full of wood today.  I had been thinking that it would fit in the trunk and backseat of my car if I was careful in the loading.  I'm glad that my car was in the shop today, and the the loaner car was a Grand Caravan.  I put the back 3 seats down, and filled the back end with wood.  Filled it to within a foot of the ceiling.  Then I got home.  I lost track quickly of how many trips I made with the wheelbarrow.  Maybe I made 8 or 10?  Not sure.  But the result is firewood for many a fire this summer, and likely this winter as well.  I am pleased with my purchase, but next time, Joe can stack it.

Now to buy a hatchet to make kindling . . .

Current Location: York, PA
Current Mood: pleased

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12:50 pm

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Firewood!

Firewood!
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This is the pile behind the shed now. Clearly enough for many fires.

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June 23rd, 2009
01:31 pm

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Purple Phone

I have a new cell phone.  It makes me ridiculously happy to have a purple cell phone.  Even cooler, this time we actually bought headphones and a memory card so I can make my phone an MP3 player as well.  Now I have a 2G  MP3 player instead of a 256MB one.  It is taking a long time to sync the playlist I created, but it is working finally, so I am pleased.  Even better will be if I can get the right adapter to play the phone music in the car.  Then I will never need to use the old MP3 player.  Oh, and I'll have like 30 hours of music to choose from on my phone.

In more news, we have purchased my plane ticket to visit Grammy in Oregon.  I'm pretty excited about that too.  Grammy just exclaimed "Oh, oh, oh!" when I called her to tell her.  I don't think she really thought I was coming out this summer, simply because I had not really mentioned it, only saying I wasn't sure yet when asked.  We finally just decided that the hours missed at work were not likely to be worth coming home sooner.  It has stunk that I only get a shift a week.  So forget them, I may as well take my vacation, since i get so few hours anyway.  It's not like I'm losing that much money missing a few shifts.  In fact, staying longer, the plane ticket got cheaper.  So I'm really looking forward to this trip.  Meg, you can plan on seeing me soon!

Current Location: York, PA
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Joe's video game sounds

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June 12th, 2009
09:35 am

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We Be Jammin'

Well, I be jammin'.

I made 5 batches of strawberry freezer jam last night.  The kind that takes up lots of freezer space, but is worth it because it tastes almost like fresh berries for years.  I plan to distribute some of it, so that will free up some freezer space shortly.  I called grammy while I was working on the jam.  It just seemed to be the thing to do, since I learned to make jam while in Oregon.  I remember her helping put up jam when we were little and not the steadiest of helpers yet.  But as we got older, it was Papa who made the jam.  He was copying what his mother had done, and likely her mother before that.  He loved fresh fruit, so he made lots of jam that tasted almost as good as fresh, and kept it in a big freezer to use for the year or two.  You always make more in a a good berry year, and a less if the berries aren't as good.  The last time we made my favorite strawberry jam together was 2003.  It was the last time I was in Oregon for the strawberry season.  That time, I brought home 12 jars of jam.  I gave away a few along the way, but most of it I ate.  I refilled a few of the jars with raspberry and marionberry jams, and ate those, too.  But I still have one jar left from the last strawberry batch we did.  It has moved with me three times.  I didn't want to open it, because it was the last I had, and I didn't know when I would have more, since Papa obviously is not jamming anymore.  I remember when we made it that Papa spent too much time leaning over the sink with the A/C blowing on his back, and his back was sore for several days afterward.  We jokingly called it the Sciatica-Strawberry Jam.  I will open it now, and enjoy what Papa and my hands made together, knowing that it won't be the last strawberry jam anymore.  Papa's spirit lives on as I will make strawberry jam, continuing the tradition.  It might take a little longer, since I have to wash and stem the berries myself, but I will make jam.  And one day I will teach my children and grandchildren how to make jam, and they will do the mashing and mixing and measuring while I stem the berries.  I hope they will have the happy memories of making jam that I do.  If so, then it will come full circle, and Papa will live on . . .

Current Location: York, PA
Current Mood: nostalgic

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June 9th, 2009
10:13 pm

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Stomach Infection
I don't know where I get these things.  Seriously.
I have the worst stomach ache I have EVER had today.  Like scary bad.  Like, I was trying to sleep it off, and I woke up dreaming about laying on the couch with a stomach ache (I was napping on the couch).  Like so bad, that pepto did NOTHING.  After fighting the internet to let me get on Web MD, and losing, I gave in and called my doctor, remembering that she has evening hours on Tuesdays.  Thank goodness, so I went in to see her, instead of the emergency room, which I was actually considering.  (Yes, it was THAT bad.)  She thinks I have a stomach infection, of the bacterial type.  So she gave me free samples of the purple pill, and an Rx for a good antibiotic.  Unfortunately, the pharmacy was closed before we could get there, so the Rx waits for morning.  For now, the purple pill isn't doing squat to soothe my stomach.  A frying pan to the head is starting to sound like a good idea.  It has to be better than being conscious.  Oh, and the doctor's theory is that I picked this up somewhere eating out and such.  Great.

Current Location: hades
Current Mood: nauseated

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June 4th, 2009
05:05 pm

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Faint Glimmer of Hope
Yesterday was the last day of school.  I feel like the year ended on a very good note.  For lots of reasons.

I really like this district.  I keep finding out little things that make me like it more.  For example, the last-day-of-school-tradition.  The teachers follow the kids on their way out to the buses.  Then, as the buses leave, the bus drivers start honking like crazy, and the teachers stand on the sidewalk and wave good-bye to all the students.  It is such a positive way to end the school year.

Then, there was the news in the paper on Tuesday.  The headline on the sports section was that the head football coach in the district had resigned his coaching position.  The rumor mill said that he was also leaving his teaching position, as soon as the new district he is coaching at makes him a position.  He is a history teacher.  Which means that a history job will likely be opening up within the district.  See: my reason for hope.  They really seem to like me within the district.  I got the distinct impression last summer, when they called me to be a building sub, that they were trying to hang on to me, to keep me away from other districts.  I know that could just be hubris, but it was what it felt like.  Almost, that they were worried things wouldn't work out with the teacher they had picked, or they thought I could be a future asset to the district, so they kept me close.  I was just thrilled to have steady work.  Now I'm wondering if God was just trying to keep me busy and on their minds.

But I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high.  You see, there is this pesky fact that they still need a head football coach.  A position that I am in no way willing or qualified to fill.  So there is the danger for me.  Football coaches tend to be social studies teachers.  I don't know why.  My only theory is that back in the 70s and 80s, someone started telling these football-coach hopefuls that social studies was the easiest subject to teach.  (a lie!)  Or maybe they just knew it would be the hardest to standardize test.  But for whatever reason, coaches tend to teach history.  Anyone who wants to coach may also want to be a teacher in the district.  And if they teach history, that means that my chances of landing the history job drop significantly, even though I have been a building sub there this year, and have proven myself to be competent and flexible.  So my prayer should be for a football coach that teaches either math (they have a position open in math) or maybe special ed.  That way, they could hire me to teach history.

Despite what I should be praying for, that hasn't been what I've been asking for.  Instead I have been asking God to show me my path, whatever He wants it to be.  Knowing what He wants and what I want don't always match up, this has been a harder prayer to make.  Though, the longer I feel aimless, the easier it gets.  Who knows, maybe God has something completely different in mind, and is just trying to soften me up to accept it.  I just wish He would show me the path soon.  I'm getting impatient.  And I know better than to pray for patience.

Current Location: York, PA
Current Mood: hopeful

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05:04 pm

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Writer's Block: Rabbit Rabbit!

It's the first day of the month. If you could have one wish come true this month, what would it be?


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That I get a permanent job for the fall.  So we can move forward with our lives.  Plain and simple.

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May 4th, 2009
10:51 pm

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Katamari Damacy

I know some of you were as obsessed with this game as me.  If you have spent more than 1/2 an hour of your life playing this game, you have to check this out:
http://xkcd.com/161/

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March 4th, 2009
09:53 pm

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Writer's Block: Chatty

Do you prefer texting or talking on the phone?


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Talking on the phone, hands down.  Texting isn't really a conversation, just a rudimentary sharing of information.  Granted, there are moments, when I don't feel like a conversation that texting is nice, but generally, I prefer to talk.

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March 2nd, 2009
08:33 am

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An Angel Named Peter
My uncle has recently had a tough time with life.  He's been very down.  Well, on Friday, apparently, he wanted to end everything.  He headed up to a beautiful viewpoint not far from him home.  A viewpoint that is very tall.  We're not sure of the whole timeline of events, but he was supposed to be meeting with my cousin that day, and through a couple phone calls, my cousin figured out that he was on his way to hurt himself, so he called his dad.  They went looking for my uncle, and had the police looking, too.   While he was there, he was hurt somehow, because he is bruised up on his back and legs, but he doesn't remember how that happened.  While he was there, he does remember talking to Peter.  Peter was visiting the beautiful overlook with his girlfriend, and somehow, my uncle asked him to call my grandmother and tell her that he was there.  She did get a phone call from Peter, and she asked him to flag down the police.  When the police got there, there was no Peter.  They found my uncle and are getting him the help that he needs.  But there was no sign of Peter.  WHen my grandmother told me that he was gone when the police got there, I immediately got a funny feeling.  What person would leave a man that was clearly not right after calling for help for him?  I believe Peter was an angel.  He was watching over my uncle that day, and when the time was right, he called my grandmother so that my uncle would be found when he would be willing to be found.  That is the only thing that makes sense to me.  A guardian angel was following him.  I will be praying for Peter, be he an angel or just a person.  But in my mind, he will always be an angel.

Current Mood: grateful

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February 24th, 2009
06:07 pm

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Writer's Block: Daily Grind

Describe your morning routine.

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The alarm starts going off too early at 5:30, though this is not always the first thing to wake me up.  Lately, I often find myself waking up at 3:30 or 4:30 for no apparent reason, but do go right back to sleep.  I snooze the alarms several times, until I finally HAVE to get up at 5:57.  I sit up, fumble for my slippers and a robe or a sweatshirt, because even though the heat has been on since 5:15, I still feel cold when I get out of bed.  I unplug my cell phone and the charger, and head out of the bedroom.  I start the water to boil for my oatmeal and fetch a soda.  As the water boils, I get two packets of oatmeal, a spoon, bowl, and measuring cup and bring them to the stove.  While the kettle takes its time, I fill my nalgene bottle with water, and put it and the phone in my bag, turning off the volume on the phone in the process.  When I hear the whistle, I turn off the heat and pour a cup of water into the bowl of oatmeal and stir.  While it sets, I turn on the tv in the livingroom and start watching the morning news.  I usually get to the couch by 6:07, and get up from eating at 6:19, after the weather on the 8's is over.  Sometimes I linger to hear about the day's golden couple.  From there, I bring my soda to the front door and head to the bathroom.  I have even more routine in the shower, but that is perhaps a bit personal (Ha!).  I leave the house, late, anywhere from 6:49 to 6:56 (very late).  If I'm lucky, I leave the neighborhood before the local bus comes by, and get on 234 before the stupid school express van.  If I get to the town halfway to school by 7:12, I will get through the light before the school bus turns in front of me, and I will get to school on time, barring another stupid slow person blocking the road.  If I pull up to a red light there at 7:13, I am likely screwed, because the bus will make a left turn in front of me, and make 15 stops over the next 7 miles, ensuring that I am at least 8 minutes late to school, plus whoever other slow person gets in front of the bus.  I loath people who go slow on 234 and make me get stuck behind the bus.  I have bad names for them.  I may have to give up insulting other drivers again this lent.

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