St Patrick's Day at Noon

02/20/2010

9:40 a.m.

3/17 will be a life marker for me. I wonder why I need surgery since my shoulder hurts only 75% of the time, and it will hurt 100% of the time afterwards, and for quite a while.

The surgeon said I can't throw a baseball for 9 months. Then he grinned. At the pre-op appointment, I will tell him I played four years of college softball in the outfield, short-stop, and second and third bases. Adult coed teams: short, second, outfield, and catcher. And coached at least 6 years--boys and girls teams. Then we'll see if he grins!!

I guess this surgery happens to baseball pitchers quite frequently. My dad pitched at Milwaukie High School, and he had the surgery. People are coming out of the woodwork with scars--and most are ex-baseball/softball players. Or athletic. I am glad for this type of company.

This morning after the gym, Adonica went to Starbucks, as usual, and she stopped my chatter. She said I had changed our conversation topic 19 times in just a few minutes. Yikes!! Bonnie, where are you? You can keep up!!

St Patrick's Day will have a new meaning besides wearing green to teach in. My friend, Susan, is from Killarney, Canada, and will eat Irish Stew that day. My friend, Cathy, is a missionary nurse in Zambia. I try to send her greetings on that day--it is her birthday. I need to start on that now, actually. Zambia is so far away. Maybe I send greetings via email. Makes more sense.

Well, I haven't mentioned teaching. There are papers to correct and record, lesson plans to make for 3 months, organize 'specially designed instruction' for kids with IEP math goals (into packets & good till the end of the school year), paper sorting, and more record keeping. At the same time, I will help kids mature mathematically and in math knowledge. And in behavior.

I look forward to spending time home with my family. I hope the days are as sunny outside as today, and warm. And I look forward to spending time with the Lord. And the Ebeneers' work.