Skinny Ma Linky Longlegs. A weird title for a song, isn’t it? I remember my mom singing this song with us in the car after she had fetched us from school. We would sing the chorus with her in full gusto on the way home. What fun!
I am sure my mom learned this when she was a child. Now I have fond memories when I think of it – memories of trips home after school, and of my sister about whom we sang this song. I wonder if my mom and my sisters remember this song.
What do you think of this unusual song? Have you heard it before?
Yesterday I took the day off school to go to the airport. My family and I were excited to welcome our visitor as the last time we had seen her was four years ago. We waited impatiently at the gate for her to walk through. An hour passed and my daughter kept asking why granny was taking so long.
The wait was worth it though to finally hug my mom. We are all smiling at the moment – and will be for the next six weeks during my mom’s stay. 🙂
This year was the third year that I had butterflies in the classroom. I have found that it is a wonderful way for the children to observe the life cycle of an insect and for them to observe the changes that the insect goes through.
Each morning as they enter the classroom, many of my students rush to the table where they are set up to see if there have been any changes overnight. Some will sit and watch the caterpillars (and later butterflies) for a while, observing their movements and looking at the way they are built.
A few days after the butterflies have come out of their chrysalis, we take them outside to set them free. The children love watching them fly free. This year the butterflies would not leave quickly, giving the children a chance to hold them in their hands. The children were so excited to hold them, and were surprisingly gentle with the insects.
This week I am grateful for butterfly kits as they enable me to bring a little bit of nature into my classroom.
What have you been grateful for this week? Share your post in the comments below.
It was a long time ago that I was on the dating scene: going out with men who were essentially strangers in the hope of finding that one person to spend the rest of my life with. I remember the awkwardness of getting to know one another, the dates that did not quite match up to expectations, and the effort put into getting to know another person.
Confessions of a Tinderella by Rosy Edwards peaked my interest. Not only because the story is about dating, but because it describes dating using the app Tinder. I had heard many stories about my son’s Tinder dates, and I thought it would be fun to read about someone else’s experience. The novel describes Rosy Edward’s experience with the dating app and the men she meets through her use of it. My teaser describes her meeting with one of the first men she meets:
“Overall, he bears a good to his photos; his looks are not the problem. The reason I want to go home at ten past eight is because I don’t fancy him. I knew it from the minute I saw him and I can’t imagine I’m going to change my mind before I’ve finished my drink. I don’t find Elliot engaging; I don’t feel any sexual chemistry and I don’t think we have anything in common beyond the fact that we’ve both seen all of The Sopranos. I’m sure that one day he’ll meet a fellow mariner (mariness?) and they will sail off into the sunset together, tweaking their booms and cleets as they go. The received wisdom is that you’re supposed to ‘know’ when you meet The One and I think the same is true when you don’t.” (p 31, Penguin Random House UK, 2015)
The novel was hilarious as the main character, Rosy, moves from one date to another. I found myself chuckling not only at the experiences of this woman in search of The One, but also at the tongue-in-cheek humour of the writer. I enjoyed this novel immensely and have set it aside for my girls to read this summer.
What are you reading this week? Feel free to share a few sentences from the book in the comments.
The last couple of weeks I been been focused on writing report cards. I have been:
Assessing my students’ writing and reading.
Flipping through my students’ portfolios to determine their level of skill in Math, Science, and Social Studies.
Refining comments and inputting them into the reporting system.
Spending many hours in front of the computer.
And now they are done! I have submitted them for revision and next week I will make corrections, sign, copy and place them in envelopes. The end of the school year is almost here! Certainly something to smile about as I look forward to relaxing and recharging.
The glowing light in the sky was spreading. It looked beautiful. Awe-inspiring. Heart-stopping. Yet as the light grew overhead, my fear slowly instilled itself. “What is it?” Maddy whispered. I could not tell her, but I could try to protect her. Gently I moved her away from the gathering crowds, instinctively moving towards the outskirts of the city. I did not trust the light, nor the hypnotic sound emitting from it. Days later, after Maddy had left me, I knew my intuition had been right. Now I longed for beauty and the chance to walk openly under a blue sky.
What events do you think were caused by the light?
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt. This week’s photo was taken by Dale Robertson.)
As many of you know, our school has been going through upheaval recently due to the fact that a 35 storey apartment building will be built next to the school. Parents have been up in arms and the school board put forward a few suggestions – one of which was moving locations.
After a risk analysis, the school board decided it would be safe to stay at our current location once certain conditions had been implemented. A parent survey showed the parents agreed. So finally a decision has been made – the school will stay where it is and steps will be taken to ensure that the site remains safe for everyone.
Work has begun at the school, and the sight of people with clipboards and measuring tapes has become a common sight. My classroom has been selected for some of the beginning work. The reason? I will discover it on Friday when I arrive at school and see what they have done.
Now we wait for the next two weeks to determine how many parents will take their children out of the school and the French Immersion programme. Then we will begin making class lists for next year and working on the timetable. But for now, I am grateful that a decision has been made on where we will be next year.
What have you been grateful for this week? Share your post in the comments below.
What does one expect when waking up? A good day? Or a bad one? When alarm clocks ring shrilly in the early hours of the morning, silent (and not so silent) groans fill the silent hour. Getting ready to join the daily rat race is not always an easy thing to do.
Unlike young children, many of us do not jump out of bed with a bounce in our step. Oftentimes I move through my morning routine with a type of numbness. I need the early morning moments to prepare myself mentally for the day. Silence, routine, and the mental check of what I am to do for the day help me to prepare myself for what I need to do.
My morning routine and alone-time prepares me for a positive day. It helps that I have nothing that worries me incessantly and that I enjoy what I am currently doing at work. If I have had a good night’s sleep, it is a bonus for a positive mood. As I close the door when leaving my home to go to work, I often look forward to my day.
And do I have a good day? Most times, yes. A day that begins with positive expectation and ends with quiet reflection.
How do you begin your day?
(This post was written as a response to the Five Minute Friday prompt expect)
The desk had been unused for a decade. Someone had pushed it to the far end of the shed and dumped an unwanted pot plant on it. The plant thrived on the water dripping from the roof and hid the untold secrets hidden in the drawers. The new owner had big plans for the land, wishing to return the former estate to its glory. The unearthing of a serial killer’s diary and the discovery of the graveyard in her new back garden shattered her dream. Instead, the monstrosity became known for unearthed murder victims and the closing of cold cases.