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Somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota

May 27, 2010

It’s sounding like the teachers at AJ’s school have pretty much bailed out on the last week and a half. AJ comes home with reports on videos watched (at least they are Bill Nye Science Guy) and no more homework for the rest of the year. What is the point of going exactly? And yesterday, when Field Day ended early a half an hour before school was let out, they just let all the kids whose parents were there watching or volunteering go home. AJ and I were home before three.

I remember those last days as a student were sometimes hard to get through. But when teaching, I always feel like I’m trying to cram in everything I can into those last days. I can’t quite imagine giving up on it. Although given what the teachers are going through this year, I can’t say that I totally blame them. But it is a waste of AJ’s time to sit around an un-airconditioned classroom in 90 degree weather and watch movies.

They’d better not be doing this next year. They will need every minute. It’s looking like AJ could be coming home from school at 1:45 instead of 3:15. 5 hours, the bare minimum the state requires, and that includes lunch and recess, so only 4 hours of instruction. I have no doubt that AJ can be putting that extra hour and a half to better use at home, and we’ve already informed him that no matter what happens, school will still end at 3:15, that we’ll be filling in the extra time at home or through extra-curricular classes. But it’s terribly sad. I think teachers and parents both are starting to unravel from the strain.

Meanwhile, our house is under siege. The raccoons are staging further attacks. They are fixated on the caulking around the skylights and have been removing shingles to get to it. Last night at 1:30, the woke me up with a metallic scrabbling sound. This morning it seems they’ve been trying to remove a metal grate from the roof that was clearly put there to keep them from pulling out wires and siding. They are destructive beasts. Mr. Spy and I can’t keep up. We are ready to torch the place and start over.

On the plus side, I got out for a nice long walk in the park on the other side of the main road this morning. The trail was covered in wild roses and clover and daisies and it smelled incredible. Dragonflies were darting everywhere, up from the pond that is buried so deeply in the woods that I can only assume it is there by the chorus of frogs and the smell of algae from behind the trees. And now, to work. AJ will be home all too soon and I don’t want a day to go missing. There are to few left before summer.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. freshhell permalink
    May 27, 2010 1:04 pm

    Perhaps you can just abandon the house and pitch your tent in a meadow this summer.

  2. May 27, 2010 1:23 pm

    Raccoon are devious, smart, and increasingly unafraid. We’ve had one getting into the rabbit food this spring, which he doesn’t even like much (he scatters it around rather than eating it all; I think he keeps hoping it’ll be cat food). I wish you strength for your battle.

  3. May 27, 2010 1:34 pm

    That’s exactly it, Jeanne. I have at least some sympathy for creatures who are just looking for food or a warm, dry place to sleep. but the raccoons just destroy. The dismantle and smash the bird feeder with the Nyjer seeds, which they don’t even eat, just because it’s there. They pull off the caulk because they’ve figured out how. I have no idea why they’re after the roof now. But they’d better watch it, because I know where they live.

  4. May 27, 2010 2:15 pm

    You should have known better than to caulk with that Betty Crocker vanilla sparkle frosting in the tube. Comes to no good every time.

  5. May 28, 2010 9:43 pm

    Raccoons are ugly, awful animals. Can you trap and relocate them far, far away?

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