So happy when I hear my students humming along to this song during independent work time. They don't the meaning of the lyrics. Neither do I. But I know it's pretty and soothing. Good start your work day music. Good lullaby music. Lights out and play this at that inaudible, and yet slightly audible, volume.
Listening to: Florence + the Machine
Eating: Talenti Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip Gelato... I don't even have words
Looking forward to: Vacation in Florida with the fam in April and visit to Charlotte to visit Katie in May
Reading: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (rereading...) and I Was Told There'd Be Cake
Enjoying: Decaf coffee at night
New purchase: Raspberry Rhapsody by Maybelline
Missing: My family... especially around St. Patrick's Day
Thankful for: My roommates and mindless Bachelor Monday nights
Monday, February 3, 2014
Fog on the Thames, London, 1954 by Inge Morath
Even if you asked where I've been for the past 2 months, I don't think I'd be able to give a clear answer. A little here. A little there. A little physically present. A little thoughtfully present. Thoughts floating. Mainly to Ireland and England.
My 5th graders and I were talking about the word "mist" last week, and I swear their attempts to explain what the word means could be short poetry.
"It's... like... the .... when my mom picked me up from school. She had an umbrella. And she held out her hand and we ran to the bus. That was mist."
"When someone throw you the ball in gym class and you don't catch it."
Me: "Are you talking about the word missed?"
"Oh. Yes. Missed. I'm so confused."
Bless their little, loving hearts.