Extras

Friday after work, I made time to Zoom with a teacher friend of mine in Mexico. Rosario and I have been friends for many years, and we always make an effort to connect with each other’s students during the hectic school year.

Friday’s meeting with Rosario and her students only lasted about 20 minutes, but it somehow energized me. Her classroom is a bit different from ours, but students are students. It was interesting to hear the questions they had for me. They were so curious about Nebraska, our weather and (surprisingly) my age. I think the best question I heard was, “What does snow feel like?” The best I could do was compare it to the “raspaditas” in Mexico. (Raspaditas are snow cones.)

We hope to Zoom again soon. Maybe one day Rosario can Zoom into one of my classes. My students would love it.

Christmas Break!

Teachers like me are super happy now that break has started. I hope everyone has a great break from classes—teachers and students! Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, Happy Holidays to all.

Next year seems far away, but the time will fly. Hopefully, we will be ready to see each other again in January.

Delilah and Company

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Delilah and her siblings were found under the preacher’s house during the summer. Her mom was doing her best to care for the four kittens, but they needed homes. Now the kittens are all grown up—at least teenagers now—and they are loved. My pal, Crystal, was the driving force behind the rescue. Another friend, Lania, stepped in to take the beautiful momma cat and the boy (now Bastet and Kal). The girls—Delilah, Ellie and Gabby—are now permanent residents at my house. They all plan to have a happy new year! There are no resolutions.

New Baby!

I have a super big announcement to make!  Yes, there’s a new baby in the family!  She’s a darling who never cries; she does, however, whinny.

I saw a post on Facebook about a filly, Abby, who needed a home.  Abby and her mother were rescued from a kill pen in Oklahoma, and her picture caught my eye.  I took a closer look.  And then another look.  I was very interested, but I wasn’t sure how to make things happen. Horses can be quite expensive, so I hesitated, but I kept going back to Abby.

I already own one horse, Oreo, who lives across town.  After chatting with the property owner, it turns out that there was room for one more with Oreo.  That’s when I made a decision to go ahead and buy that filly.  Then things miraculously started falling into place.  The first step was to contact the people at the hub and make arrangements to pay her adoption fee.  That was accomplished fairly quickly.  Other details had to be arranged like a vet certificate, board until I could get her off the lot and hauling.  That’s when things got really interesting.

The vet check was handled easily, but I got a bad case of sticker shock when I called horse haulers!  The range was between $500 and $850!  Abby was paid for, my mind was made up, so it was crunch time.  I was already in love with Abby, and she was coming home.

I messaged friends in my area who have horses and “know people.”  It didn’t take long for a friend to message back.  Jeannette was a true hero!  She offered to make the nine-hour trip (for gas expenses) on her days off from work.  I was gobsmacked at this point.  Her days off exactly coincided with when Abby needed to be off the lot—-one week’s board was free, and Tuesday was the deadline.  Abby was about to take her freedom ride!

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Jeannette set off early Monday morning, but the weather was threatening to slow things down.  I worried (as usual), but I knew my friend (and hero) would get Abby home safely.  The original plan was to spend the night before coming home, but snowy conditions changed the plan.  Jeannette got Abby to her place in the wee hours of the morning, unloaded, fed and watered.  I’m sure Jeannette crashed hard after that!

I took a personal day off from work (Tuesday) to welcome my horse home.  I was so glad to meet her.  I was sad for her because she came on one of the coldest days of the year!  We are still getting snow with super cold temperatures.

Abby is safe and out of the elements.  She also has a new name—Cherokee Lady.

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The Pain of Autism

Many people, more knowledgeable than I for sure, have posted profound essays about autism.  Many books have been written about the subject as well.  I have a read a few blogs and essays, but now I find myself researching in earnest due to a friendship that has blossomed.  Once the friendship cemented and started to grow, I found myself fascinated by my friend’s oldest child.  He, as you probably guessed, has autism.  Or maybe autism has him.  I’m still deciding how I “should” think (according to the experts.)

Some get offended if I say “an autistic child” because they feel that I stress the autism when the child matters more.  They prefer the use of “a child with autism.”  Other experts preach that parents shouldn’t wish for their autistic child to not have autism as it would change the specialness of said child.  I’ve reached the point where I throw the bull crap flag at that view.  I, for one, would like to know who that sweet child would be without the influence of autism.  It would be such a gift for that child to be able to tell me what he is wishing for, thinking, feeling.  I consider autism a disease, not a special quality.

I’ve been a problem solver all of my life, and this situation isn’t any different.  It’s actually one of the most important puzzles I’ve ever seen.  The maddening part is that I have no idea how to figure it out.  That does not mean, however, that I will simply shrug and walk away.  I’ve seen my friend cry too many tears to stand by and do nothing.

After falling in love with my friend’s littles, I have discovered a cold, hard truth: autism is painful.  It hurts a parent’s heart to watch the wall build up, all the while removing a child from the rest of the family.  Autism shreds a parent’s heart piece by piece.  Anyone who loves the child is affected.

With the current diagnosis rate of 1 out of every 68 children, maybe we all need to do some studying!

https://www.autismspeaks.org/what-autism/prevalence

 

Good Neighbors and Friends

Friends look out for each other.  So do the best neighbors.  I am so lucky to have a a super-awesome neighbor.  She sent yummy chocolate cake over last night.  Another friend graciously provided our supper.  Ihave never enjoyed a chicken dinner more.  I just love nights when I don’t have to cook after a hard day!  My dear friends made my Monday better.  

Then there’s my crafting circle, but I’ll get into that another time.  

Finding My Bliss

I learned to knit several years ago, but I got out of the habit after I moved to Mexico.  This week, thanks to some encouraging friends, I have rediscovered my bliss.  I will admit to not being very good at knitting, but I do enjoy it.  Anything that is homemade will never be perfect.  I accept that.

My crocheting friend and I have spent a few hours plotting and scheming planning for a possible craft fair appearance later this year.  I’ll keep you updated.

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