Fighting for what?

This week the school district decided not to pay us for the three days we were stuck at home during the hurricane. Never mind that our school was an evacuation shelter. Never mind that we still had to complete our PDPs and hours of online training about title 9 and harassment and pathogens while we were home. Never mind that we are salaried employees that regularly work tons of overtime. For example, on our way out the door to evacuate we were reminded to prep for parent curriculum night on the day of our return. It was suggested that we make our own copies at home and have a bowl of mints for parents. Curriculum night Day is a 14 hour work day. I’d say that counts as overtime. We fought back HARD and in the end we won. But it was exhausting and demoralizing. Not as much as a ten percent pay loss would have been but still another emotional drain from an empty well. Teachers are not respected in this country. It’s like rape culture, it’s a deeply imbedded mind set. A deep cultural shift will need to take place before it changes. What will happen when no one chooses to teach any more because it doesn’t happen soon enough?

In other news Momo has taken to guarding the flock of babies. Even in the nigh. Bless him. Who says you can teach us new tricks!

Get off my lawn!

Yes, I am a Frizzle. Why do you ask? You know those people who start to look like their pets…..

LieLie’s school group baked a savannah cake and then photo shopped themselves onto the biome. God help any roaming creatures that had to live with that crew.

Plus baseball. Finn is catching these days.


Cozy Florence

The wind is blowing, it is raining and everyone wants to be held at once because of the storm. So we are eating popcorn (everyone but the cat that is) and watching Steel Magnolias and being thankful. We are in our own home with power, plenty of food, each other and hands to hold. So many around us can’t say the same. The flood sirens keep going off and my town has lost power for the most part but my hood is totally fine. Praying big prayers for the trapped and the homeless and the traveling. Many people out there don’t know what they are going home to yet. They are stuck far from home and the roads are still closed behind them with empty pumps lining the way and that is a terrible feeling. Florence needs to get the heck out of here and we need to heed her lesson about global warming and the effect of warm water on storms.

Hurricane Florence

This is the calm before the storm. Glassy water. Quiet water fowl floating by. Momo living his best life as if a 500 mile wide sharknado isn’t gunning for him. Kids on tubes soaking up the very last sun rays we will see for a week. Florence is coming straight for us and global warming has made her a real pain in the ……eye.


Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any nuttier I came home to this.

Those chickens and those tails came in the mail at some point. God Bless the internet and the imaginations of children born in the age of Amazon. The world is their oyster for five allowance dollars per week.

Circle of life

My flower girl, someone I used to read to sleep at night had a tiny baby last week. That makes one of my best friends a grandmother for the first time. I asked her if it felt like holding your own baby and she said “no, it feels like holding your grandchild.” You know when you get there. Baby Eli was just perfect and getting to see the whole family in Charleston over Labor Day wasn’t too shabby either.

We saw a sign for a UFO on the way there but we didn’t stop because ……. cornfields…

On the home front there was Friday night lights (photo credit to Regina Whitesides) and rapid chicken growth. It won’t be long before they can move out of the brooder and into Finn’s coop!

Cardi C has extra toes like a Hemingway Cat. Apparently that is a thing in some breeds of show chickens. She is literally the most EXTRA chicken that was ever born. She IS the state fair. Her momma said. Toto is looking an awful lot like the dearly departed Biscuit.


We had to move everything we own downstairs to get the upstairs floors replaced. It is 85% complete and we could make beds to sleep in last night. This was labor intensive, it was late, we were tired but excited just to crawl into bed in our own rooms. Then I hear Finn “hey Alexa, how do you like my new floor? Set an alarm for 7am? Is my watch charged?” He was all back in the biz in his room. Wires before sheets! But guess who will be up and ready for school today? Finn! Meanwhile some of us had to make a late night run to CVS just to charge our iPhone…. no names mentioned.


Yesterday we journeyed up the mountain to the Route 66 of amusement parts, Tweetsie Railroad. The trains run on coal and the parents run on memories of being there on some mountain trek with their own family, buying a teepee purse from a place with a trained chicken and everyone fighting and sleeping in a careening station wagon. The nostalgia runs deep and true. You are never too old to sit atop a plastic horse, voluntarily go to jail or get perfectly sick on a spinning ride.

Tweetsie was lovely but reality is looming like an overcast sky. I get students tomorrow and then we are all back to school full throttle. The spinning ride is life and we can’t get off. Too busy is a way of life no matter how hard I try otherwise.

This morning, early, Finn came in my room crying. I had a bad dream, he said. A plague came and I lived and you didn’t. I don’t want you to die.

That’s a lot when you are half asleep and you can’t promise not to die. Lying doesn’t solve the world’s problems so I just said I promise not to die this morning, in a dream plague, before breakfast. Then I reminded him that yesterday we were up a mountain riding things and tomorrow we would be at school learning things and for right now we were snuggled up discussing things. Isn’t that a wonderful world? Isn’t that a great list? Aren’t we blessed beyond measure? We are spinning too fast but we are hanging on to each other.