Do the Shuttie

Beauty in the day: my boss has values that are very much like most of us – and some that are a smidge different. For instance, today I was informed (amidst several lengthy bunny trails) that if he got too verbose in his explanations of things, he would respect and would value me saying “shuttie” (his coined word) while making a “close your mouth” gesture with my hand.

It’s always good to know what your boss values, so you can get on the same page.
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Coffee and Bandaids

Beauty in the day: a thousand bandaids for a thousand injuries. Some of them bled, and some of them didn’t. Some of them happened at school, and some of them happened at home – last week – in a dream. For those of you who are unaware of the power of a bandaid, you should probably buy some. They can make the lame walk.
And there was also a coffee cart. In the staff lounge. All morning. And a barista who made the coffee. And a PTSA parent who took orders and delivered.
Coffee and bandaids, people – it’s a beautiful life.

Pinkabella

Beauty in the day: she came in near the end of the day, Miss I-Have-Been-Here-All-Day-And-Am-Just-Now-Coming-Down-With-“Something”. I took her temperature. Nope. We did the usual – lay down for a bit – try going to the bathroom – have a drink of water.
“Well school is out in 25 minutes, so perhaps you should just go back to class and get ready.”
She thought not. “I really think I should just stay here in the clinic until school is out.”
Fine. Boring, but okay.
She came out of the clinic. “How many more minutes until school is out?”
“20 more minutes.” She went back in.
She tiptoed out again. “How many more minutes now?”
“17.” She retreated.
But then emerged again. “How many more minutes?”
“8 more.” She sighed. And returned.
Now she came out with a determined look. “How many more minutes?”
I looked. “4,” I told her. She maintained a serious, level gaze. And went back again. I didn’t see her after the bell rang – except for the pink blur.

Remembering to Remember

Beauty in the day: he is 6. He comes every day with a myriad of things to discuss, and today we made some very good progress at coming less, and having the confidence to work things out on his own. But then he had a problem that he needed help with, and he was back.
“I’m having trouble remembering all the things that I need to remember sometimes.” (well, who doesn’t?) “I think I need help to get a strategy to remember the things.”
Hmmmmm….
“Well Friend, it seems to me that you do a very fine job of remembering things, because you come and tell me LOTS of stuff that you remember and are thinking about. So I think you’re doing just great.”
He had an argument for that, but if you think I was caught off-guard by THAT, you’re just silly.
“The thing is, Friend, that you are getting very grown up. You are getting older and wiser, and you are coming up with better and better ideas all the time.” That was just the ammunition he needed.
“Yes, actually, that’s a thing that sort of refers to what I was talking about, see. I’ve heard that when people get older, they start to forget things.” (cue comedy drum)
The little weasel. I gave him what-for and sent him back to class. He was grinning with delight at his walkaway comedy moment. Honestly, he didn’t mean it as a comedy moment, but he liked the way it went over with the middle-aged crowd.

Perchance to Blush

Beauty in the day: there were lots and lots of flowers today. There were also lots and lots of hand-made cards. A kindergarten class came in to deliver theirs, and each student wanted a high-five in return. We thanked them profusely and gushed at their talents and generosity. As they left, one little guy said to his friend, “I saw her blush.” ☺️