I’ve been doing the Slice of Life challenge and slicing in some manner for the last five years. Although there have been skipped Tuesdays and a skipped year during National Boards I have sliced a LOT! Today I’m going back in time to finish and reflect on some of those stories. Sort of a “where are they now.” Read one, read a few, what ever suits. : ) Enjoy!
Left Behind: Well the Cabbage Patch Kid disappeared a few weeks later. I hope someone found it and gave it a a good home. I still have my new teaching partner and she’s fantastic! Her room is also fantastic and boy did we throw out a lot of junk.
An Open Letter to the Two Drink Machines in the Teachers Lounge: Well, they aren’t as bad as they used to be. However, I rarely eat down there any more because for some reason that room is always 900 degrees and someone has been stealing lunches. I don’t drink Diet Coke anymore, so I’ve settled for luke warm cans of LaCroix from a box stashed under my desk.
The Upstairs Neighbors: They are gone. He moved out. She was foreclosed on. Now the unit sits waiting for someone to make it a happy home again. I’m thankful that she is free of such a negative relationship but I worry about her. I hope that she can get some help and have a positive life ahead of her.
The Tire: Oh the tire? Does anyone here remember the tire? I haven’t seen it since. I hope it’s had quite an adventure. In fact I think that would make a great children’s book. The lot is still empty but they have rejuvenated plans to build row houses there. Good thing the tire moved on. : )
Bandage: Plato has grown a nice little bushy tail. He is chipper and happy as usual. After the surgery he developed a back leg tremor that just won’t go away. A few months ago he somehow injured that weak leg playing at the park and that also just won’t go away. His spirit is strong and loving and I cherish every day that I have him in my life. He is still stealing food off the table when he thinks you aren’t looking and acts like a puppy when you bring him a new toy. I notice my slices from last year were short, terse, to the point. Perhaps my heart just wasn’t in it after my doggie lost his tail. : (
The First Book: This was a slice/memoir about my first crime. I laughed out loud when I read it. It still remains my first crime and it one of my favorite memoirs that I’ve written.
A Wheel of Cheese: I can not even go there. Can not. Still makes me angry.
Out of Olive Oil: Another story about becoming part of a Greek Family. We have so much back stock of olive oil now that we’ll never run out. There is a store down the street that sells a suitable feta. All is well in the world.
Hiking the Gorge: My very first post on my old blog. Wow. A suiting one. I yearn to go back to Crete and explore more of its beauty, but I will not be hiking the gorge again. I’m more of a spa girl than a outdoorsy one.