Big weekend around here- Addie took ice skating lessons this winter, and yesterday and today was the spring show, "Paradise on Ice." She was excited to skate, yes, but she was beyond thrilled to wear this outfit and get her hair and makeup done by the college figure skating club.
The show itself was a pretty amazing production with spot lights, an emcee, a concession stand (as Addie was quick to point out,) and lots of awesome, pretty great, and still learning but aren't they cute ice skating routines. Even now, hours later, she's walking around humming all the songs.
Every 3 weeks or so, I play the piano at church. Yesterday I got together with this week's worship team to practice for this morning. The piano and the guitar sounded great, as did the cello- mostly. But every once in a while, we'd hear a note that was kind of off.
We ignored it as long as we could, because that was easier and quicker than stopping to solve the problem. However, what we were creating was not pretty, and after a while we had to take a break and address the situation. One little string needed to be tuned a little bit one way or the other. That little detail was derailing our sound, but once fixed, we were back to awesomeness.
"Don't sweat the small stuff" is one of my favorite expressions. Sometimes, however, details matter.
This is a super fancy art installation at our super fancy hotel at the reading conference I went to with some teacher friends this weekend.
It seems kind of fragile.
I love going to conferences because at this point in the year, the love I have for my job has become a little fragile. The joy is harder to hang on to. My patience wears thin sooner than it did last fall. My smile feels a little bit stuck on sometimes. My first graders are as cute as ever, so it's not their fault at all. I just need a little re-charge.
Then, I go to a conference and share, collaborate, and learn. I talk to grown-ups. We discuss, we vent, we brainstorm, we laugh, we even cry. It's great. And now I'm all excited about my job again- I have so much more to teach my kids and only a couple more months to get it all done!
To see some more "fragile," check in with Theresa here.
The largest, the highest, and the deepest of all the Great Lakes. The most beautiful, if you ask me. Usually too cold to swim in, even in August (unless you're from here.)
This is the lovely southern shore of Lake Superior on a sunny Saturday in March- rugged, picturesque, and extremely temperamental. Moody, if you will. Last July, this beach was an azure sheet of glass. Last November, the waves pounded. Think waves of up to 30 feet. Think "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." Today, the waves were just 2 to 4 feet. But I wouldn't want to be out there!
To see "Moody" according to Theresa, check here. Then follow the links to see more moodiness.