You Can Teach an Old Dog New Tricks

When Leo was a puppy, he needed to be taught how to do everything from coming when called, to relieving himself outside, to learning that if food was left on a table or counter that it was not an invitation for him to help himself!  At some point, he learned, or used his instincts to help him retrieve objects when thrown – tennis balls, sticks, you name it, he would chase the soaring item and sure enough, bring it right back to whoever initiated the “game.”

At nine years old, Leo, a beautiful Golden Retriever who prances when walking (perhaps due to his father’s famous show dog lineage) has shifted his approach to retrieving.  Yes, he will still occasionally be enthused by the stick throwing routine, but these days, Leo has his sights set on a much more creative approach to play.

Instead of waiting for an object to be thrown and then capturing it, Leo initiates a whole new approach to fun.  Most mornings, he can be found racing through the Swift River trails en route to a quieter open space where there is a sandy spot that has easy access to a slower moving part of the river.  Upon closer view, one will notice that Leo is actually surveying the shallow waters and then hand, or paw-selecting a river rock.

Sometimes the transaction is seamless, and he is able to secure the rock in his mouth before bringing it up to higher ground, proudly dropping it near our feet and going back for more.  Other times, Leo may choose a rock that is too big for his mouth span and he will relentlessly try to capture it, nudging it with his nose – usually heading in the wrong direction away from the shore – whining at it and if really frustrated, barking profusely.  I am in awe of the whole fascinating process!  The fruits of his labor have been collecting over these summer weeks and he now has garnered quite a river rock garden!

As I wonder at how amazing Leo’s new development has been to observe, I am reminded that an old dog can learn new tricks!  Taking a page out of Leo’s book, and with the guidance of many writing legends – past and present – I am creating this blog to have a place to share my life moments – immense or miniscule – of any size.  It is here that I am committing to living a writerly life so that I can be a more authentic teacher of writing for my fourth grade students.  Cheers to all teachers as we get closer to the new school year ahead on the horizon.

 

 

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Worth the Wait?

“Be patient,” I tell him.  He looks at me, rolls his baby blues, and then focuses his attention ahead. 

 

 “It’s all about the timing,” I add.  We drift away from our starting position, but that’s OK.  Every so often I sneak a sideways glance, just to make sure he’s still with me.  He does the same. 

 

“Auntie Patty, I think this might be a good one,” he says.  His face beams with pride. Eyes wide open, head nodding excitedly.  

 

“Yes! Turn around, start kicking as fast as you can!”  

 

He follows my instructions immediately and I join him, furiously kicking my own feet.

 

Thirty seconds later, we are both gliding effortlessly on top of the water until the sand stops us in our tracks.

 

“You did it!” I shout as I curl my fingers to give him a wet fist pump.

 

Matthew has just caught his first full wave on a boogie board.

 

Closing the Door

Packing up a classroom at the end of a school year can be a time filled with many emotions.

Taking stock of materials is an arduous task.  Deciding which to keep and what items to toss or pass on to someone who may make better use of them.

Breaking down bulletin boards can be tedious, and even hazardous.  This year required a special tool to dislodge metal tacks as my thumb lost feeling from its naked use.

Filing papers is dreadful. Every year I wonder why I leave so many notes in stacks instead of sorting through them along the way.  It’s possible that I fear “out of sight, out of mind,” but I mean can I really “see” everything in a pile?

The classroom library is the toughest to leave behind.  After cleaning out desks and finding hidden titles stuffed in corners or under stacks of notebooks and folders, the library begins to be whole once again. Covering the shelves somehow feels rude.  Like deliberately not including all these character friends on our summer journey.

When everything that remains is labeled, covered, and stowed away, I close the door on this school year.  Come September, a whole new crew of fourth graders will bring this space back to life…one slice at a time.

 

 

First Love

Why do I feel like I just dropped her off on a double date?

secretive

“I don’t think they know about me,” he said to his mom.

heartbreaking

“I wasn’t sure it was going to last,” she said.

tentative

A second encounter presents and introductions are made. An invitation into the home is offered.

inevitable

“Every time her name is mentioned, he blushes,” his mom confessed.

cathartic

We had our suspicions. On more than one occasion.

affirmative

Navigating the teen dating scene as parents is uncharted territory.

awkward

Text messages are exchanged after meeting the family.

“Hope to see more of you this summer.”

“The kids will get us together again soon!”

hopeful

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guessing Game

“I emptied the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes in today,” our sixteen year-old daughter proudly reported when checking in at the end of the school day.

Expressing thanks while trying to hide my shock, I continued my journey home, excited that I would not be greeted with a sink full of the day’s used kitchenware.  The past week really tested my patience!

Perhaps I should have been wary when I noticed the red display light still brightly shining on the outer control panel.  But I wasn’t.  Even the adults in the house forget to click this display off when unloading the dishwasher.

My curiosity was piqued; however, when I opened the dishwasher to find an almost full upper AND lower rack.  Did I mention that since returning home from school, Abigail is the only one here during the day?  By the looks of the items packed on each level, one might think that a grand-scale party had taken place.  Only I wasn’t invited.  And there was no party.

Calling up the stairs, I asked, “Did you unload ALL of the dishes before putting the dirty ones inside?”  It was unfathomable to me to even consider this possibility. And yet.

And yet, her response was, “I didn’t know where the big stuff went, so I didn’t put it away.” Sigh. “And I didn’t put the utensils away either.”

Reader, Abigail correctly stated that she put all of her dirty dishes in the dishwasher. What she neglected to include upfront was that she mixed her “dirties” with some of the clean dishes.

A true guessing game ensued.  It would have been easier to simply re-run the dishwasher in its entirety.

Moral of the story:  don’t assume that someone knows how to complete a task without explicit instruction for said task.  This applies to home life as well as classroom living.

Walkers Will Thank You

Have you ever stood in a crosswalk just waiting to get to the other side of a street?  There is one busy intersection on our daily trek that we struggle to cross almost every time.  Today, I counted over a dozen cars that blew by us, oblivious to their obligation to stop.  Drivers really should pay attention to crosswalks and make every effort to stop for people to cross the street.

First of all, in the state of Massachusetts, it’s the law to stop at crosswalks whether or not there is a special sign in the middle of the road.  Despite the glaring signs, usually attached to an orange cone, many drivers ignore the request to stop.  I’m not sure how many people are actually aware of the law based on my frustrated experiences!

Drivers should also stop at crosswalks because it’s a safe practice.  People traveling on foot are far more vulnerable than people traveling in the comfort of heavy metal boxes shaped as automobiles!  Unlike those operating cars, walkers aren’t protected when traveling on foot.

Most of all, automobile drivers should stop at crosswalks because it’s the kind, neighborly thing to do.  If you see an owner waiting with her sitting dog, shouldn’t you want to help them out?  How about a family with small children and a stroller?  Be kind.  Be neighborly.  Stop and let those on foot have the right of way.

Next time you see someone in a crosswalk, be a leader.  Stop or remind the driver of your car to stop.  The walkers in the world will thank you and you’ll be glad you did.

 

Help or Hindrance?

Amended laws should be subject to further scrutiny, especially among the handicapped population.

In general, people approach change with reservation.  I am thinking about the start of this school year under the leadership of a brand new principal in our district.  We had been guided by the same leader for over a decade.  Until this year.  There was a familiarity in our schedules, policies, and procedures.  Until this year.  We knew the expectations and went about our days with high job satisfaction.  The time comes for our fearless leader to retire, and our world as we know it seems to tilt off its axis as uncertainty creeps into the cracks.  We meet our new leader in the spring, and assurances are made that for the first year, there will be minimal changes to life as we know it in our school culture.  Eight days in, and there are more changes than we can count.  It’s exciting to try new things; however, there’s apprehension in the air, and many of us yearn for the “old days.”

My 84-year old mother-in-law spent some time with us this weekend.  She shared a change to a long-standing Massachusetts law concerning handicap tags.  Her story made me think that sometimes changes need to be reevaluated, especially when they seem to cause more harm than good.

Did you know that it is now illegal to drive a car with a handicap tag hanging from the rear view mirror?  Yep.  It is.  A rule follower by nature, my MIL, petrified to be caught driving with her tag, placed it in her purse one day last week while driving to Target.  She wasn’t able to immediately find a parking spot upon arrival, so she circled around until one became available.  Out of habit, she parked and went into the store to carry out her business.  Returning to her car, her heart skipped some beats, racing, as she noticed a big fat ticket on her windshield.  She had forgotten to hang the tag on the mirror when she parked her car!

Clearly, she has a handicapped tag, and is permitted to park her car in marked spots.  However, the patrolling officer had no way of knowing this since her tag was not present.  Long minutes passed while she called the police department and was instructed to visit the station to clear up the confusion.

The kicker in all of this is that in order to rectify the situation, she had to bring her tag inside the station; thus, not allowing her to use the handicapped spot she so desperately needed to be able to make the journey up the flights of stairs into the building.

Is this change of handicap tag use really helping the handicapped population, or is it hindering them?  I mean, think about all of the extra steps my mother-in-law endured simply because she abided one law and forgot about the other one in the process.  At 84, she shouldn’t have to think so hard about something that’s supposed to help her obtain a high quality of life.

On this Constitution Day, I can’t help but think that some laws, especially amended ones, are unconstitutional when they prove to be a disservice to the very people they intend to protect.

First Impression

Blee-eeep!

“Recognize Emily’s outfit…” pings on my phone

Greeting the soon to be hot day.

A photo appears of our sweet niece

Standing with her brothers, one older, one younger.

Waiting for the bus.

Freshly groomed, full smiles.

Anticipating a new school year.

Out of all of the clothes she could have selected

To make her first impression,

She chose a tee shirt and flowy shorts

That her big cousin proudly wore before her.

The shirt’s slogan may describe

Emily’s feelings about fourth grade.

My grade.

“She believed she could, so she did.”

I hope she had the best first day.

Bits and Pieces

Have you ever wondered what would happen if a series of events took a different path?

What if your teenage son mowed the lawn weekly, in its entirety, as is the expectation?

Then your husband wouldn’t have had to spend his day off finishing where said teen stopped, complaining of gas fumes making him sick to his stomach.

What if you didn’t try to mediate by offering your own services to finish the job after going to the lake for a family swim instead?

Then you wouldn’t find yourself maneuvering the lawnmower around the sloped front lawn or as close to the stone flower bed border as possible to reach every last piece of grass.

What if your teenage daughter took the dog for a walk into town right when you asked her, even though she was deep into creating her dream home using some design app on her phone?

Then the dog’s invisible fence collar would have been inside the house or better yet, back on him, because she would have come and gone in the time it took for her to take action.

What if, despite the need to mow, and the lag in time to take the dog out, you noticed that the collar was directly in the path of the lawnmower?

Then the dog’s collar would not have been eaten up by the lawnmower, crackling as you moved forward, spitting out bits and pieces that will never wholly serve its purpose again.

Chasing the Sun

Three soggy days in a row

We woke to gentle showers

Starting the day with a clean slate

Stuck in a pattern of wetness

 

Imagine our surprise

When the sky brightened a little

A blanket of clouds lurked above

But someone wanted to visit

 

Lunch was barely finished

Plates left piled in the sink

Everything could now wait

We were going to chase the sun

 

Suits were donned

Paddles and life preservers packed

Two chairs added for good measure

Could we enjoy this time at the lake?

 

The bridge was closed

A detour added time to the trip

Seemed like forever to get to the dirt road

All the while looking up to the sky

 

We were the lake’s only guests

The picnic table rested unclaimed

We set up camp for a bit

A horn tooted and family joined us

 

The kayaks came out

We squeezed in a swim to the island

A few more pages of books got read

Do we dare try to pick blueberries?

 

The first drops of new rain surfaced

But we expected them this time

We caught the sun

And savored the best part of the day.

 

 

Service Call

Drip, drip, drip

A melodic sound

A steady supply

Slow-motion speed

 

Drip, drip, drip

Gentle landing

Strength in numbers

Slick surface

 

Drip, drip, drip

So faint

Almost unnoticed

Thankfully discovered

 

Drip, drip, drip

Collecting in a bucket

Its source unknown

Until the service call

 

Drip, drip, drip

A different spot

Shower head trickles

No hot water