Ooh, sorry, y'all! Fourteen days since my last post. Unforgiveable.
I'm plate spinning again. The blog plate is wobbling. :) Lately I'm feeling like so is the friend and relationships plate, because I'm missing everybody, and people are starting to think I'm mad at them. I'm not. I promise!! The house cleaning plate had fallen off the stick completely, and some days I'm not even sure I care!
Heck, the work plate isn't looking real steady, either. There was a minute or two this week I was starting to think I was cocky for considering myself a good reporter. It turns out certain factions in town do not like us as an institution because of some things that happened in the past. And this is a small town with a "taking care of our own" mentality. I was slightly comforted to realize the problem is not me, but now I'm just ticked! I have an obligation to my readers and I can't meet that if you're going to withhold information out of spite!
Ahem. 'Scuse me. Rant over.
One thing that is tough is handling days like today. My mom is out of town (because I have a new niece!), and Christopher came home from church last night with rashes on his arms and complaining of a sore throat. I have to take him to the doctor today, which means rescheduling an interview I had for this morning and going to work whenever I get there. And I have to go to work, because I have to cover a school board meeting tonight. I'm sure this all feels worse because work is 45 minutes away. I think my Mama has spoiled me, because if she were home she would take him to the doctor for me!!
I don't mean to complain. As I reread what I've written here, I realize it's no tougher than anything else. It's just life. But I wanted to blog and these are the things on my mind this week.
I hope everyone had a lovely Valentine's Day! Robb was sick, so we cooked dinner at his house, watched NCIS and exchanged gifts. He gave me a ginormous box of chocolates and a ginormous stuffed red and white dog. It guards my bed while I'm at work. :) I made him a CD. Yes, I know it's corny, but he liked it. :)
I hope y'all have a good week. :)
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
A day in the most fabulous life ever....
I've been feeling almost giddy the last few days. I swear if things get any better I'm just gonna.... cry. I guess, because you can only smile so wide.
Omigosh I'm doing what I love again and I'm on cloud nine! That my boss is happy with my work and my timetable just makes it that much better. I like going to work. The day is over before I know it, and I'm not totally sapped.
On that note, I HAVE to share my day with you. This is the epitome of why I love what I do. I think I floated home.
This morning I spent about an hour with a school principal. She is the second to the youngest out of 10 siblings. There is a 23 year age difference between the oldest and the youngest. The older siblings went through school during the time of segregation (she's black). The younger ones went to integrated schools. She shared some of the conversations she and her siblings have had lately about the pros and cons of integration. Now, coming from a generation that didn't know any different, I couldn't imagine how segregation could be good. But she told me that her older siblings had a relationship with their teachers that younger generations only wish they had. The communities were smaller and more tight knit. The kids interacted with their teachers in the neighborhood and at church, because they were from the same segregated neighborhood. She said kids today love their teachers, but kids of her older siblings' generation loved their teachers. It actually made me kind of sad to think of what has been lost by this good thing.
Oh, AND she is a cancer survivor and did her time in the trenches as a single mother. I'm a little in awe. Walking in, I had no idea such a story would come out of this soft-spoken woman.
This afternoon I rode around a 1,200 acre dairy farm and learned more about milking cows than I ever needed to know. It was like a field trip. (Bonus: it was a GORGEOUS day!) But believe it or not, it was really interesting. Of course, almost anything is interesting if you're talking to someone who is passionate about what they do. And I think in my next life I want to come back as a milking cow. They have got it made!
I had interviews back to back all afternoon, and it almost seemed pointless to go back to the office. I had figured I would though, til my boss says "Why don't you check out that restaurant in Dearing. See if it's worth a business profile. Go get yourself a cup of coffee. Then I'll just see you tomorrow."
Hmmm. Twist my arm. Go ahead!
I knew which one he was talking about. It's in an old filling station on the corner. You almost don't even see it. I think it's the intersection before the blinky light.
I wasn't gonna, but I thought, what the heck.
The city slicker in me is soooo glad I did! I was going to get coffee, but they didn't have any made. So I got sweet tea (it was as good as a tiny cafe in a small Georgia town should be.) I thought I'd get a small slice of something sweet to go with it.
Well, she hadn't had time to make any yet today. She was going to work on it, but...things just kept coming up. I couldn't fault her for it. She was running the kitchen by herself, back and forth between the kitchen and the register. Chit chatting with the customers. You could see she wasn't negligent, just busy.
But lucky for me, she did have one dessert made. Cherry-apple pie. She had never made it before, but I could be her guinea pig if I wanted. Sure! I mean, the sign on the counter reminded me that this was NOT a fast food restaurant, and if I wanted sweet potato fries it could take almost 10 minutes, since it would be made to order.
So I got the first slice of this new concoction. It wasn't bad, really. I sat at a little diner table in the window and watched a handful of cars whiz by the intersection. And the teenage boys snickering at me while they waited on their chili fries. (Probably because I was imagining myself in some Fried Green Tomatoes movie scene and y'all, when I'm enjoying myself it shows on my face. It just does. It's a character flaw.)
As I left she asked about the pie. I suggested next time she use cherries without pits, but other than that I thought it tasted fine. I didn't tell her, but it was not fabulous. It was good for a first attempt. The crust was great, the filling could use a few more spices. Maybe more cinnamon. I'm not sure. But the experience was totally worth the price of pie. And yeah, I might have to write about it. :)
Omigosh I'm doing what I love again and I'm on cloud nine! That my boss is happy with my work and my timetable just makes it that much better. I like going to work. The day is over before I know it, and I'm not totally sapped.
On that note, I HAVE to share my day with you. This is the epitome of why I love what I do. I think I floated home.
This morning I spent about an hour with a school principal. She is the second to the youngest out of 10 siblings. There is a 23 year age difference between the oldest and the youngest. The older siblings went through school during the time of segregation (she's black). The younger ones went to integrated schools. She shared some of the conversations she and her siblings have had lately about the pros and cons of integration. Now, coming from a generation that didn't know any different, I couldn't imagine how segregation could be good. But she told me that her older siblings had a relationship with their teachers that younger generations only wish they had. The communities were smaller and more tight knit. The kids interacted with their teachers in the neighborhood and at church, because they were from the same segregated neighborhood. She said kids today love their teachers, but kids of her older siblings' generation loved their teachers. It actually made me kind of sad to think of what has been lost by this good thing.
Oh, AND she is a cancer survivor and did her time in the trenches as a single mother. I'm a little in awe. Walking in, I had no idea such a story would come out of this soft-spoken woman.
This afternoon I rode around a 1,200 acre dairy farm and learned more about milking cows than I ever needed to know. It was like a field trip. (Bonus: it was a GORGEOUS day!) But believe it or not, it was really interesting. Of course, almost anything is interesting if you're talking to someone who is passionate about what they do. And I think in my next life I want to come back as a milking cow. They have got it made!
I had interviews back to back all afternoon, and it almost seemed pointless to go back to the office. I had figured I would though, til my boss says "Why don't you check out that restaurant in Dearing. See if it's worth a business profile. Go get yourself a cup of coffee. Then I'll just see you tomorrow."
Hmmm. Twist my arm. Go ahead!
I knew which one he was talking about. It's in an old filling station on the corner. You almost don't even see it. I think it's the intersection before the blinky light.
I wasn't gonna, but I thought, what the heck.
The city slicker in me is soooo glad I did! I was going to get coffee, but they didn't have any made. So I got sweet tea (it was as good as a tiny cafe in a small Georgia town should be.) I thought I'd get a small slice of something sweet to go with it.
Well, she hadn't had time to make any yet today. She was going to work on it, but...things just kept coming up. I couldn't fault her for it. She was running the kitchen by herself, back and forth between the kitchen and the register. Chit chatting with the customers. You could see she wasn't negligent, just busy.
But lucky for me, she did have one dessert made. Cherry-apple pie. She had never made it before, but I could be her guinea pig if I wanted. Sure! I mean, the sign on the counter reminded me that this was NOT a fast food restaurant, and if I wanted sweet potato fries it could take almost 10 minutes, since it would be made to order.
So I got the first slice of this new concoction. It wasn't bad, really. I sat at a little diner table in the window and watched a handful of cars whiz by the intersection. And the teenage boys snickering at me while they waited on their chili fries. (Probably because I was imagining myself in some Fried Green Tomatoes movie scene and y'all, when I'm enjoying myself it shows on my face. It just does. It's a character flaw.)
As I left she asked about the pie. I suggested next time she use cherries without pits, but other than that I thought it tasted fine. I didn't tell her, but it was not fabulous. It was good for a first attempt. The crust was great, the filling could use a few more spices. Maybe more cinnamon. I'm not sure. But the experience was totally worth the price of pie. And yeah, I might have to write about it. :)
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