If I Had A Hammer...

Goodness gracious and an extra holy moley for good measure!  It seems I let things get away from me, blog-wise. I meant to post something sooner and, at one point, may have actually believed that I did. I suppose that with a good deal of this, that and the other going on (not to mention a little bit of whatnot) I kind of forgot.  Let's remedy that, shall we?

There's ever so much to tell because my life is, after all, filled to bursting with fabulous-ness.  I finally remembered that I have an entertainment system in my car and that it would serve to amplify my Ipod far better than using the radio. (Which has never really worked well)  I also managed to not expire from the heat wave that barreled my way and which took an almost-but-not-really-that-impressive hurricane to sweep away.  And I knit a bit once the yarn stopped threatening to melt between my fingers.

I even went to a cook-out at Mommy and Daddy Sheep's house this afternoon for an early Labor Day celebration. The food was divine and the company delightful.  Although, for reasons I don't fully understand, someone thought it might be a good idea to leave me alone in the company of a toddler for a short period of time.  This might not have been such a big deal had the lad not been in possession of a hammer at the time.  It was a plastic hammer, but still...he wielded it with skill never before seen in the preschool set.  To prove this, he managed to utterly decimate a speck of a fruit fly with no fewer than ten strokes and went on the do the same to a bit of hamburg left on the the table.  It seems the poor lad was the victim of an unprovoked hornet attack not long ago and now feels that it is his personal mission to avenge himself upon all things insectile (I'm assuming that the hamburg was just for practice...)  Can't say as I blame him, really.  Nor would I in that moment because, as I may have mentioned...he had a hammer.

Plus, he's my great-nephew and cute enough to warm even a heart as withered and crusty as mine own.  I also can't help but think that it is rather a good thing to have relatives with hammers and a willingness to use them defensively.

Of course, this is not the stuff that most people want to hear about.  I'm fairly certain that everyone has been on literal pins and needles waiting for me to report upon the first day of school.  I suppose that I have built up enough anticipation on that score.  I should let folks know how it all went.

It was, in a word, HOT.  Temperatures hovered close to 100 degrees that day.  Some schools even closed down in self-defense.  I'm certain that those of you in southern climes are laughing as hard as I do when you have to shut down for an inch of snow, but the truth of the matter is this:  If you aren't equipped to deal with it, any weather can be rough.  Most Maine schools are really not set up for high heat, and mine is no exception.  We survived, though.  In fact, the muggy air was the least of my worries for much of the day.

Most of my troubles centered on transportation, especially some of the buses required for unique students.  I would have been on the phone discussing the matter for much of the day, but my phone lines seem to be down now that the construction done in my room over the summer is finished.  Then we were invaded by hornets and I had to play the role of Ms. Sheep, Scourge Of The Invading Insect Hordes for an hour or two before I located the hole from whence they were coming.

By 10:00, I figured it was time to put in a movie and be done with it.  I'm assured that next week will be better and that I needn't worry my pretty little head about a single little thing.  I'm not worried.  I'm reasonably certain that some of this stuff will be fixed and that I shouldn't bother worrying about the rest.  It's not like I can call anyone about it anyway.

Maybe I should just arrange ahead of time for my great-nephew to come with me on Tuesday.  He could bring his hammer and take care of things while I attempt to teach...

Yes, I survived my grueling two day work week and was rewarded with a four day weekend for my efforts.  For some reason, they are expecting us to go back on Tuesday once the holiday is over.  In fact, I got an actual email to that effect from my director.  Why she would think I might not come back is a mystery.  Maybe it has something to do with all those messages I sent her throughout the day detailing the transportation issues that kept cropping up...

At any rate, I have fulfilled both my working and blogging responsibilities and can rest easy knowing that the blogging community is now up to date.  Granted, it's late.  But, in my defense, I did have that whole "I thought I blogged" thing going on for a day.

I wonder if I'll remember to get up and go to work on Tuesday?  Or if I should pick up a plastic hammer tomorrow just in case...

SA