No School Today

Though I amnot exactly celebrating presidents Day today, I am ceebrating the fact that we have had no weather bad enough to keep us home from school so far this academic year and today is a long-awaited holiday! I intend to celebrate it by doing as little as possible. of course, that is how I spend most of my days off so no one will be surprised. When Joe left for class today, he suggested that I might want to change pajamas!

I Killed My teacher!

After we left the school in the ambulance yesterday, my co-worker told me that she found the little guy who tripped up Lillian sitting by himself on a swing on the playground. When she asked him what was wrong, he looked up at her, burst into tears, and exclaimed, "I killed my teacher!" Poor liitle guy. She assured and reassured him that his teacher was most certainly not dead.

Of course, she's not! She's stiff and sore and a variety of bruisey colors but doing quite well! As a matter of fact, I had to make her promise to stay home one more day. I miss her like crazy but I don't want her over-doing. It's hard without her srtong right arm but the kiddos and I will make it just fine!

Falling Angels

Lillian and I started the day marvelling at how good we felt for the first time in weeks! And the kiddos were behaving remarkably well, too. After lunch, the sun was shining, the temperature was nearly 70, and we couldn't wait to spend sometime outside. Spend time outside, we did, but Lillian did it flat on her back and in severe pain. As we walked in our single file line on the way to the playground---Lillian at the front and me at the back---the children were fascinated by the construction work going on on the school grounds. One little guy was so fascinated, in fact, that he didn't watch where he was going. He cut right across the path in front of Lillian. She said she saw him coming and tried hard not to fall on him. She didn't but she did fall herself and right on top of another little boy. He bounced right up, crying with skinned side and a skinned knee, but Lillian was down for the count ,not getting up until the EMTs loaded her onto an ambulance about 30 minutes later. I rode along to the hospital with her. (Joe met me there so I would have a ride home). I didn't actually see Lillian again because her family went back with her but they reported to me that the ex-rays revealed no broken bones. Thanks heavens! She is badly bruised and will most likely be off work for awhile. She is still in pretty bad pain but she's also pretty mad that the EMT cut her shirt off and cut up the leg of her trousers!

When Lillian told her family that she fell on top of a little boy, thay all wanted to know if the kiddo was still alive! She had a good laugh in spite of the pain.

I'm so glad my friend is going to be okay!

Motorcycle Maniacs

Well, maybe not exactly maniacs. I just wanted some alliteration! Today was my debut ride on the back of Joe's Kawasaki Concours. I resisted as long as I could---when he bought the helmet, I had no more excuses. So I put on my new $5 motorcycle boots, the helmet, a black leather jaclet (with buttons, no zippers), and some lime green gloves. Joe kept trying to give me black ones but I didn't want to look totally unlike myself! I hauled myself onboard and we took off. First, I couldn't believe I was on it. Then, I worried about being on it. I didn't like accelerating, but I also didn't like decelerating or stopping. Actually being stopped though was just fine! I didn't like hitting bumps in the road. Left turns were okay but right ones--not so much. I couldn't get into that "leaning" part. Also, I could't see where we were going, only where we'd been --when I looked in the rearview mirrors. After awhile, I just sat there. From actively worrying about being on the motorcycle, I sort of drifted off into my head. Talking was out of the question because Joe's helmet keeps him all closed in so... I just sat there, holding on very tightly and let my mind wander. Occasionally, I would worry about why I wasn't worrying. All in all, it was a good experience. The best part was how happy it made Joe that I was tailing along behind him.