Coming Up For Air (finally!)

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Are you someone that gets cliches messed up?  I do this frequently.  The name of this post was "Coming Up For Water" until I remembered that I am not a mermaid and I actually need to breathe to survive.  Sometimes, I need to be reminded of this.

Anyway, my loyal readers, you must be wondering what's been up in these parts.  Well, let me tell you, time never slows down.  Here's a glimpse into the state of affairs in our household:

1. Our garden: Last summer, I experienced overwhelming anxiety at the idea of breaking ground.  So much so, in fact, that I decided not to plant anything.  This year, Mike stepped on board (again, another example of messed up cliche: hopped on board or stepped up to the plate...) and joined the team (okay, so stepped up to plate would work better here...duly note: Math, not English, was actually my favorite subject as a school kid).  Turns out, we are a great team and we have already accomplished more gardening x100 than last year.

Transplants include:
tomatoes
cherry tomatoes
broccoli
cauliflower
kale
swiss chard
mint
basil
peppers
mixed flowers in pots

Direct seed includes:
carrots
beets
snow peas
wild flowers
sunflowers
cosmos

We shall see what actually comes up!  Mike is in charge of watering and I am in charge of motivation and directions and planning.   Like I said, we are a great team.

2. Dinners lately: We have had some great dinners as of late.  The menu has included grilled chicken with a yogurt based marinade, angel haired pasta with shrimp, pinto and brown rice burgers, and soba noodles with grilled tofu, red cabbage, and edamame.  I have also gotten into a better habit of having a non-alcoholic mojito with fresh mint from our garden, lime, and diet tonic.  Thanks Rebecca!

3. End of The Year Moments: School is really wrapping up.  We have two teaching days left!  I have been chronically exhausted for a while.  Yesterday, I fell asleep about two minutes after finishing a diary queen heath bar blizzard.  Like literally- spoon left mouth into empty cup...head fell on Mike's shoulder....eyes closed...sleep.  YET, I need to acknowledge how much I LOVE this time of year.  I am so proud of my students.  Chronically proud.  I want to think of some way to make these last two days of school really special.  Any ideas?


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  1. RebeccaJune 4, 2012 at 6:43 PM

    Oh, I love this whole post! Your garden sounds wonderful and so, of course, does the non-alcoholic mojito!

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