All posts for the month January, 2014

Do-be do-be-to-do

Published January 4, 2014 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

Lots and lots going on. I actually greeted the world with a smile and  excitement. I hope I can keep this momentum going. I’m fairly certain my joy is due to the fact that I am back on a regular schedule, getting 8 or more hours of sleep a night and getting 75 % of my nutrition from food with that with two or fewer ingredients.  (I know!Imagine!)   Today I’m doing a lot of my prep work for the week. I’m trying to squeak in some cleaning and ironing and the like because Actor Boy will be here next week (!!!!!) and I don’t want him to have to crawl through mountains of clean laundry to find a place to sleep. Also, the dishwasher died and although it’s under warranty, I don’t want to have to fool with the whole thing, but since he’s going to be here, maybe he can hang around while the repair guy comes. (That thought actually occurred to me as I was typing this.)

My favorite thing on my list today is to put moustaches on all of my pens.

That’s not nearly as nuts as it sounds.  A useful tip from the online substitute training that only sort of made my brain hurt is to put together a sub-tub. (That’s what I’m calling it, even though it implies that there is a tub above it or that it is filling in while another tub takes a personal day. Now I’m wondering what a rubber maid storage tub would do with its free time.)

The tub should contain extra school supplies and things to help you do impromptu lesson planning.  I have ordered pencils that say”I belong to Ms. Rodriguez”, so I know which pencils are mine when I lend them out. I have duct tape printed with moustaches that I am going to use to label my pens for the same reason.

I’m sort of doing this because it’s fun, but a tiny part of me is doing it so I can collect all potential weapons at the end of the day. I hate that I have to think that way, but no school is safe.

And my something of interest for today: I think I may have invoked vortex.  I rarely use the word, but since I used it yesterday, I have heard it use in several news stories because the US is about to have record low temperatures caused by a Polar Vortex.  I wonder if I can blame my kitchen floor on the record lows.

It is 70 pleasant degrees here. That is vaguely unsettling.

Hester Prynne and the Dust Vortex

Published January 3, 2014 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want me as a student.  (Although one of my absolute favorite students is a lot like me and I enjoy being around her.)

Not only is my mind is a strange and creepy place, I also jump tangents and metaphors like Tron Fan-Fiction (Except of that one, which was a simile, not a metaphor, and what’s a metaphor? Sheep! )

Now that my life is starting to snowball (metaphor) because after six months of applying for jobs and hearing nothing but the sound of roach husks hitting the floor and the sweet streaming sounds of Netflix/Hulu/Pandora, I will be starting one part-time job on Monday, and have training for the other one on Tuesday, I am struggling to find something in my regular life that is interesting. (Yes, I do realize that I just spent 100 words talking about my un-interesting life.)

It’s insane.

My house is a pit. I keep trying to clean, but I get discouraged because of the phantom roach husk that still arrives every other day on the spot where all universes converge and the fact that there is a perpetual dust vortex in the kitchen. The minute I finish sweeping, while I was returning the dustpan to it’s place, there is new and gritty dust on the floor. How is this happening?

Dust Vortex.

My town lost another two bookstores (but not any sports bars!)  and I brought home “The Daily Spark” warm-up activities for the Great Books . Glancing through this brought me to the conclusion that my attitude and whimsy might not be appreciated.

One such question (question 3 in the book ) states :

“Although Hester Prynne and Arthur Dimmesdale have committed the same crime of passion, they lead very different lives. Despite her shaming, Hester is mentally healthier than Dimmesdale who tortures himself privately but refuses to confess. Some critics have suggested that Dimmesdale suffers more than Hester because he keeps his sins secrets. 

Consider Hawthorne’s characterization of Dimmesdale. Based on the descriptions of the minister, do you think Dimmesdale would be happier if he confessed? 

I would start my answer with  the assumption that Hester Prynne is mentally healthier than Dimmesdale. Regardless of her pre-natal sanity, anyone who has an infant in the house is not mentally stable. Add in the fact that she doesn’t have any help or support and toss in the whole no heat/electricity/running water thing, and I think it’s a huge stretch of the imagination to say that Hester was resting peacefully.  Dimmesdale should suffer as much if not more than Hester. If you go under the assumption that women of the time were  considered less worldly, shouldn’t he bear the brunt of the violation of the law and another’s wife?  Barring all of that, if I were Hester, I would feel much more sane if I demanded that a big ol A be slapped on Mr. D.  That would make me much happier

You see what a problem I would be in the classroom?

Damn my inquisitive hide

What day is it anyway?

Published January 2, 2014 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

My sense of reality is kind of foggy today. (Well, everyday really, but the polite thing is not to mention it.)  The whole holiday in the middle of the week thing has seriously thrown off my schedule of nothing at all. (I’m not being sarcastic, it actually does confusing.)

It is my goal to blog about something interesting every day this year. I say “goal” because if I resolve to do it, my computer will blow up and disable my hands, forcing me to try and write with my feet or mash the keyboard with a dialing wand and it will really slow down my blogging.

So I am setting a goal.

My interesting day

I like to start my day by listening to something informative, since I can’t blast news programs at my head, I listen to podcasts. Today I listened to “Stuff to Blow Your Mind: Normalcy Bias or Psychogenic Death.” It was very informative and thought provoking (and you know how my thoughts feel about being provoked!)  Essentially there is a third component to the Fight or Flight response: The  weigh your options response. Apparently having the ability to remove yourself from the immediate disaster so you can think  a response through may actually improve your odds of surviving a disaster.  If you have been through a trauma or disaster your chances of processing a disaster response are greater.  If you are pre-disastered, you expect things to get kerfluey. Or as one of the hosts put it, “You’re ready to deal with the possibility of a giant lizard stomping down the street.”


My lizard recognition abilities set me up for a great morning

I had the great fortune to be invited to do storytime at the Library. Reading stories to children always makes me happy because a) it’s fun and where else can you speak in rhyme while over enunciating without someone asking you if your caretaker knows you’re missing and b) little kids don’t care how nuts you are.

I prepared my two favorite story lady books, “Click Clack Moo, cows that type” and “Fox in Socks”  Both stories were well received. My brain only felt a little dented and a good time was had by all.  After that big rush,  I sat down to work on the last story of this set. I’m still only about half-way through it.  I did get a lot done. It struck me as odd that fifteen minutes after I was making cow, moo an clack sounds I was working on an Erotic Romance story. An hour after that I was taking a drug test for one of the upcoming jobs.

Positive things:I can recognize disaster in the form of big reptiles, I can read about the Tweedle Beetle Battle (In a puddle with a paddle) out loud without any unfortunate mistakes especially when dealing with Luke Luck and the Duck at the Lake and that it helps to be flexible because you never know when you will have to test your drugs or make a tumbling pass down the hall or greet people with a smile.

It’s going to be an interesting year.

Happy Happy Everyone!