• Happy-grams vs Angry-grams.

    Beth was very proud to deliver her very first happy-gram from kindergarten. We were happy to shower her with praise. I wanted to be a little careful to temper my praise: I don’t want this time to be more enthusiastic than future occurrences when the novelty wears off. I want to pace myself. We were not so happy when Beth delivered upon us her first “angry-gram.” This was a name I gave it while trying to explain to Beth what is was, and this was a term that Beth could wrap her mind around. The language of the “angry-gram” was quite serious sounding. “If this behavior continues, it could disrupt the learning process for your child as well as the other children in the class. Please speak to your child about this problem to help us correct the problem.” Wow! I was really set back that day. Visions of alternative schools for troubled kids flashed through my mind. “Can a child with a diploma from an alternative high school get into a good college? Will this go on her ‘permanent record?’ ” All of these questions and more floated through my troubled mind. So I did what any rational parent would do when presented with such a situation, I grumbled to my coworkers. When that didn’t make me feel better, I spoke to Beth’s teacher. She reassured us that now was not the time to find a good criminal defense attorney. She just wanted us to know that things were not at their optimum in the classroom, and that this was part of the learning process that all kids were expected to go through in kindergarten – learning what is appropriate behavior in the classroom. She said that most of the kids have to learn the hard way. I’m sitting there thinking, yeah that’s about right; if anyone is going to have to learn sitting quiet through class time the hard way it’s Beth. Don’t laugh Lisa, your time may be coming.


  • Are you finished yet?

    Well, there you have it: a hole week devoted to mourning and self pity. I hope you enjoyed it more than I did.


  • Meanwhile, back in the office…

    On Monday I made my return to the office, after an almost week-long absence. Believe it or not, it was nice to go back to work. I’m glad I had four days to be with Cheryl. I think the time we spent mostly alone and at home was therapeutic. What’s more, I don’t feel I’ve ever been closer to my wonderful bride of seven years (and good friend for darn near fourteen). Just the same, it was nice to be busy. As some would attest, I can get rather involved with a task once I dive in. Once I buy into the job, my attention focuses 100%, leaving nothing left over for other things I’d rather not think about. Monday was just such a day. On a sad note, I said what may be a final farewell to someone I’ve enjoyed working with for the last several years. I’m certain that I’ve not made nearly the impact in reverse, which makes me feel all the worse for opportunities that are lost to the passing of time. Sometime the rate of people leaving my life will at least slow down a little. Sometime I’ll figure out how to be a better friend – hell, a friend period – and people won’t disappear from my life just because they aren’t so close geographically.