Is it regular or large?

I am pretty sure this place used to have two sizes of salads, large and small. Maybe it was actually large and mini.

Same old salad but they changed the names.

Is it because eating a large salad is too much but a regular is just right?

I would love to see the data on this, after the name change I imagine they are selling more large, I am regular, salads.

What can I call dishes to make the kids rush to get them done? Or cleaning their rooms?

Sometimes…

Sometimes you just gotta entertain yourself.

There are times when you need to stay in the office way too late.

It is Friday at nearly five. Maybe I have overstayed.

Aidan is flat out of things to do. He tried to see if he could crawl under this chair. Seems reasonable.

I have said being bored is actually when your brain starts to grow. I’m pretty sure both my kids think this advice is some type of made up teacher knowledge.

I wonder what new ideas I could come up with this weekend if I let myself become bored. No books or digital things, would I have a breakthrough or start crawling under chairs?

How serious are you about preserving the earth?

We have earth day, recycling drives, taking electronics to be taken apart responsibly.

We eat organic fruits. Grass fed beef is on the table from time to time.

Is that where you stop? Can you go farther?

What if there was a way to get the same amount of protein you need but reduce the impact you have on the earth, would you be interested?

What if you could save THOUSANDS of gallons of water per ounce of protein?

Doesn’t that sound better?

Well we bought some flour today. That flour is full of protein, easy on the earth and made from crickets.

Crickets.

The bugs.

Stay tuned… we are making cookies some time this weekend.

Hours on the phone with tech support…

We are new to Canvas and there have been days that been difficult as we solve the issues that come up. Today I was on the phone a few times because one tiny aspect was not working.

I was shocked they could not solve it in under a minute. Every time I called in the past they usually solve the issue in a minute or two.

This issue seemed huge.

But it wasn’t.

And I figured it out.

It was one of those times I wanted to jump up and run around the office getting high fives from everyone. Or maybe get a cake to celebrate.

But I just hang up the phone, did a self high five and get back to solve other issues.

I have turned into my grandpa.

There were summers when I would spend the summers with my grandparents. It was a full two and a half day drive from our house to theirs.

One tiny memory I have is our nightly walks. Nearly every night after the dishes were done gramps and I would go for a walk. Maybe a mile maybe three, it just depended on the heat of the day.

I found his old house and instantly recalled the names of the streets.

The last few nights have been pretty nice so I have been taking short walks around the neighborhood. I hadn’t really thought about our walks until I turned the corner.

The picture does not do the colors justice. It reminded me of a late Georgia sunset.

Some days we need these little glimpse of happiness to steel us for tomorrow.

Tiny Inspiration

I’m fascinated by things that should not be. These tiny little anomalies jump out at me from time to time. Most are so small that some people just walk on by. Some are so common that they become invisible.

Here are three that I have me thinking.

There is a huge boulder in front of a school. If you look closely there is a small plant growing. There isn’t any real dirt, just a crack in the rock. This plant shouldn’t be growing in this location. My guess is someone never told this plant that it wasn’t possible to grow, it shouldn’t be possible for it to be doing what it is. The plant just took root and grew.

How many times have you been told no or it just isn’t possible. Next time remember my little friend. Almost anything is possible.

There is this steel thing in a sidewalk. It is packed with dirt and grim and I can’t really figure out what it is. Once the weather turns somewhat nice all this green starts to grow within a field of concrete and steel. It shouldn’t support life yet these things thrive.

This little guy lives near a curb. Somehow it has survived people stepping on it and the occasional car running it over.

I’m pretty sure each of these represent every person who reads this post.

I wonder… is there someone in our classrooms, buildings or districts that is the little plant that no one is noticing? Find that plant.