Maybe I’ve mentioned it before, but Harvest is almost its own season out here, and it definitely deserves to be capitalized like the name of a month or day. I was eager to see it happen, because there was so much talk of it all the time, and finally it is here. It seems like overnight the corn and beans turned from green to a lovely golden, and the fields began to be populated with all kinds of massive equipment which delights the fourth grade boys’ hearts to no end. Big semis drive down our road and in and out our lane, and anytime you go anywhere you are liable to pass a huge tractor or combine on the road. The tall cornfields are turning into the most beautiful golden stubble which contrasts with the luscious green grass, and the landscape is opening up a little more every day. The sky grows bigger and bigger, and the sunsets full of harvest dust are brighter than ever. Sometime I want to go out in the field with somebody, and ride in a huge combine, and go in a semi to the elevator. Ron Kennell offered that I could go with him, but I’m too shy. 🙂
The youth group is doing an elevator meal in a few weeks. It’s a fundraiser, which involves making massive amounts of food and selling it to the farmers that come to the elevator to drop off their grain. It’s an annual thing, and promises to be lots of fun.
I am sitting in The Blend today, enjoying my Earl Gray latte and updating to iOS 8. I feel almost as addicted to coffee shops as Raphael! but it is such a nice way to spend my weekends, and to get out and see people besides seven year olds. By the weekends sometimes I just feel the need to get out and about and live a different life that doesn’t involve sitting in a block building for nine hours a day with jars of woolly worms and loose teeth.
Speaking of woolly worms. Oh. My. Goodness. I am SO TIRED of woolly worms! Miss Eicher has an insect collection for her fourth graders, and that has sparked such an interest in insects as you wouldn’t imagine! I had a jar in my classroom, a little quart jar, with probably twenty or thirty woolly worms in it at one point. Finally I put my foot down, and said they may have ONE worm in the little jars, and five in the big one. Max. Punto. One student’s crestfallen face looked like she thought it was the most unjust thing she ever heard, but I insisted. Now they stow their collections in cement blocks outside, and probably stuff dozens in each little slot. Well, at least they aren’t in my classroom. I will be very happy when the weather turns too cold for woolly worm collections.
Today is Rolanda Beachy’s (teacher from last year) wedding, so most of the church is gone for that, so I get to entertain myself today. I think a lot of them will be back tomorrow, since she only lives three hours away. She invited me too, but I barely know her, so I decided to be one of those nice people that says they won’t come when you’re secretly hoping they won’t.
So, are any of you wondering what my typical week looks like? Well, I’ll tell you, whether or not you were. Monday morning I drag myself out of bed at about 6:45, stumble downstairs and make coffee, and get ready for school. We usually try to be at school before eight, since that’s when kids start to come. I sit in my classroom and check papers, or text Rosie, or just generally get my head in gear for the day. Kids come, I check to make sure they did their homework, and then they go play till the bell rings.
Classes. Bible. Math. Recess. Reading. Writing. Lunch. Story time. Phonics. Recess. Reading. Poetry. Science, or art or cleaning. Send the kids back home.
Repeat for the next five days, and there’s my week, only I get less draggy as Monday fades into the distance.
Wednesday evenings is always something with the youth group. Or as they say here, we have youth. Youth is a noun, used to include all youth group activities. Every other week we do a book study, and the in-between weeks we do things like volunteer at Choice Books, or play volleyball, or go to the food bank in Bloomington and volunteer. Also, one Wednesday a month is sewing day, which means the ladies bring hot lunch to school, and the teachers get to set aside a plate for the next day too. Lovely.
The other evenings of the week we spend at home, or occasionally go to the Kennells for dinner, like we did last Thursday for basil spaghetti. Often I’m alone at home, because Tricia and Stacie both spend much more time at the Kennells than I do, con razon. Then I sometimes get a little homesick, but there are always things to do.
Saturdays I sleep as late as I can, clean the house if it’s my turn, and generally am lazy. Coffee shops, garage sales, PJs, reading… such things.
Sunday church begins at 9:30, and is terminated before twelve. Usually I go to the Kennells for lunch, along with Tricia, Stacie, Kyle, sometimes Paul Edwin, and other stragglers. Last Sunday we went to the Ulrichs instead, which was a fun change of pace. Sunday afternoon we hang out at the Kennells, or take naps (Tricia, not me). Sunday evening is always “Youth” (See, I’m adapting my language to fit in with the natives.) at somebody’s house, usually. That involves food, sometimes a campfire, occasionally a bit of singing, and sometimes games like Ultimate frisbee or soccer.
And that concludes my average week.
Last night we counted up what all we’ve spent on groceries since we came. It comes to almost $20 per person per week. It’s so interesting to me to think about these things like the cost of the food I eat. I really like living on my own, and cooking whatever I please, and being all independent. 🙂 But sometimes I just want a mom too.
That is all I have to tell you this time. Adieu.