Food, sex, death, family, and money. And a hacking cough.
1. The student whose father died of cancer a week ago Thursday, and how that's affected just about everyone at work: kids, parents, staff. Her courage in coming back to school the next Monday, and her classmates and teachers, who let her just be a kid, play and goof off and come to the book fair last week, and the staff members who then came back to the book fair and asked for a copy of her wish list and bought her everything on it.
2. The book fair itself, and the trials and tribulations thereof. (Note to self: need more volunteers for takedown next year, but it's next to impossible to find anyone to come in on Friday afternoon. Maybe I could pay people in books.)
3. How I looked at my next year's contract and realized shockingly that I will be making a reasonable amount, or reasonable by my lights. How I have so much less than so many families where I work, but so much more than Mermaid Girl's preschool teachers, and how I remember being a preschool teacher in my 20's and thinking the parents--in retrospect, middle-aged people who were mostly like I am now--were immeasurably, unconscionably rich. What was the significance of all this? I forget, but had a lot of ideas last Friday, some possibly unbloggable.
4. The hula performance MG and I went to last night. The chaos of the buffet, and then the wonderful dancing, MG rapturous whenever her cousins were onstage, but not wanting to join in herself even when invited. Her emerging anxious perfectionist streak. And then dessert after at the cousins' house, girls rampaging everywhere and MG hunkered down with the Polly Pockets. RW and her grandmother, who is visiting, met us there after a quiet dinner on their own. RW's grandmother, a powerhouse activist and climber who was in the Danish Resistance, met the cousins' grandmother, powerhouse doctor and academic who escaped from Austria during WWII. They totally hit it off. And the cousins' mom with wine talking so great in the kitchen about how another hula mom had said she liked hula more than ballet because ballet was too sexual, and all of us cracking up because hula is obviously so sexual.
5. Buffets in general, and how I hate waiting in line for food, it makes me totally nuts. And cranky.
6. A question: is it possible to have viral and bacterial bronchitis at the same time? And if so, could one type hang on even after two weeks of trying-to-sleep-more-and-beat-this-thing followed by ten days of antibiotics?
Yeah. It's been a week.