Saturday, November 29, 2025

I Adapted a Book....

I recently adapted a book for a young reader. I had it "published" and bound. It has an ISBN number...I can sell it or have it in libraries if I want. I'd call it a work of love, but it was more of an obsession, really.

In my role as an Instructional Assistant, I was charged with tutoring a fourth-grade boy in reading.  I'm not sure of his age, but he was the tallest boy there. He was incredibly smart, and kids in the class liked him. He was easy to like.

My first day with him was pretty uneventful. He told me he only planned on staying with me for half the time I was assigned to him. I must say, I admire his self-agency. Because I wasn't clear about how I was supposed to work with him, I allowed him to dictate the time.

His teacher gave us a first-grade book to read. She also gave a list of first-grade spelling words. He flew through the spelling words, getting them all correct. His reading was less smooth. The book we were reading was a "decodable" book, meaning that the words can be decoded by sounding them out. He stumbled over a few words, but that could have been performance anxiety.

He hated every part of working with me. When the teacher called him, he ran ahead of me, and I struggled to keep up. The first few times we worked together, he asked to use the bathroom and didn't come back until our time was up.

Finding a place to work was hurdle number one. The unused classroom we were told to use was occupied by another couple of students with a similar tutoring session. That room was out of the question for a few reasons. Not the least of which was a lack of privacy.

We found another room that was only marginally better. It was private, but it was in the same hall as his class. This meant every time a student walked by, he was afraid of being seen by a peer. He was literally jumpy.

Finally, we found a room in a separate hall with loads of privacy. It was only then that I could see what we were dealing with. The book we were given was babyish. It was about a squirrel searching for nuts. It had sweet illustrations that a first grader would enjoy, but had nothing to appeal to a fourth grader. It was only a few pages long with two sentences per page. We were finished with that book in no time, so I sent him back to class.

The next day, his teacher told me I needed to keep him the entire time we were assigned. I asked her for additional work so that we could fill the time, but her answer was that we re-read the book we were given again and again. I agree with re-reading books and passages to gain fluency, but even I was bored by the prospect of reading this book multiple times. 

I reached out to the reading specialist for more direction. She provided a few more of the easy readers, similar to what we were already reading. Argh. I couldn't blame him for wanting to escape the torture of these insulting books. Although he was behind on his reading, his intelligence shone through. He was able to discuss complex science and nature topics in depth. Many of the subjects he understood were ones I did not understand. 

I returned to the reading teacher to try to understand what was causing the disconnect between his intelligence and his reading. I learned that he had been homeschooled until this year, when he enrolled at our school. The family had moved quite a bit and lived in several states during his early school years. Starting new schools with each move would have been disruptive for him. Home schooling during that time made sense to me. 

His general knowledge of science and how things worked was superior, but his reading made keeping up with his classmates a struggle. His inability to read at grade level affected his ability to keep up with most of what was being taught. His math suffered because it involved word problems. Keeping up with the reading-focused subjects of social studies and science was also problematic.

Because he was new to the school system, he was not eligible to be tested for learning disabilities. I don't know why that rule is in place, but the state requires a year of observation and teaching interventions before assessments can begin. 

Regardless of the whys, this is where we were. With hurdle number one handled (the question of "where" we would work), it was time to tackle getting suitable reading material. I again went to the reading specialist to ask for a high-interest book written for a lower reading level. Unfortunately, she said that what I hoped for did not exist. This didn't make sense to me. Surely my student was not the only one who had missed out on reading skills during the early learning window. How could we expect to hold his attention long enough to get the basics? The future reward of being able to read more interesting things just isn't enough to make it worth it to a fourth grader. 

I looked online for books adapted for readers with lower reading levels. While I found a few, they were expensive, and there was no way to preview the books for appropriateness. For me, the lack of reading options for his level was simply unacceptable.

What, I wondered, would a fourth-grade boy want to read? Wilderness and adventure books were an obvious answer. Gary Paulsen came to mind. In fact, some students in his class were reading The Hatchet and were creating book reports about it. Though trying to dive into that book would have been too difficult and frustrating. But I believed a good story was key to igniting the desire to read. 

I remembered reading Jack London's The Call of the Wild. I must have read this in elementary school. It was not an assigned book, but one I had checked out of the school library. I had a vivid memory of the plot and some of the scenes.  The story of a sled dog, Buck, fighting to stay alive in the wild Arctic was gold. This book could be a contender. 

Unbelievably, the book is over a hundred years old. This means it is no longer under copyright and is now in the public domain. Further research confirmed that the text can be used without permission. Further, the text can be changed without violating copyright laws.

On the weekend, I began to rewrite the story for a younger reader. I started with chapters one through three. Chapter three has a natural stopping point. The bulk of Buck's major conflict is solved in that chapter. 

Keeping the integrity of the story, while changing the reading level, was paramount. I used the text and rewrote each sentence in easier-to-read prose. I also edited to get the story into bite-sized pieces.  

Did I rewrite the story using only decodable words? Absolutely not. That would have watered down the story, defeating the purpose. 

I've researched the order of teaching reading and the concept of decodable words, but we were past that point. What do you do when the student misses that instruction at the appropriate time? This is where my research let me down. There wasn't an answer. The literature says that from kindergarten to second grade, students are learning to read. From third grade onward, students are reading to learn. How do we bridge that gap?

Some articles articulated the dilemma. English is not inherently a phonetic language. Memorization of sight words is no longer recommended. However, memorization of phonetic rules and exceptions is key to learning this language. For example, we have to learn to recognize when "ough" sounds like "f" and when it sounds like "oh". English is full of words that simply can't be sounded out. 

My final adaptation was definitely above the level that my student was currently reading, which was a low first-grade level. I wanted to make sure that the reading stretched his ability. The final text included both decodable and non-decodable words. 

Once I had adapted chapters one through three, I had us begin to read the story. As he read the first few pages, he stopped to ask questions. I could see him trying to imagine the scenes described in the story. He was hooked! 

As we worked together each day, I alternated my approach. On some days, I introduced him to difficult words before we got started. On other days, I wanted him to work out the word based on context. Sometimes I would read to him while he read along. I wanted to give him the benefit of hearing the language as he followed along. 

At the end of each session, I asked him to summarize what we had read. I was encouraged that his comprehension of the reading was higher than his reading fluency. 

Each day, we progressed through the story, which kept his attention. He was always checking to see how many pages were left in a chapter. He seemed proud of the progress we kept making. 

When we completed chapters one through three, I told him that we had to reread them several times before I would give him the rest of the chapters. I was surprised he didn't fight me on this. Even my first graders resist rereading a story. He grasped the action and arc of the story, but his out-loud reading was still halting. I told him I wanted him to become a fluent reader who could hold a listener's attention. 

At the end of the school year, I gave him a professionally published version of the book. It included art from Jack London's original edition. I told my student he was equipped to read the rest of the book with his mother. 

Post Script: The student's reading growth increased from first-grade level in the fall to a mid-range third-grade level in the spring. I was proud to be a part of the team that worked with him.

The Book:


Tuesday, December 19, 2023

Holiday Cheer

Coffee Shop in Weaverville

I'm so glad the Holidays are upon us. This year I'm really in the spirit. 

The holiday spirit is not a "given" for me. But, I'm just so delighted it has landed on me this year. 

Bill and I have taken small day trips to Weaverville, Burnsville, and other neighboring towns. I enjoy how each town has decorated for the season. It's been cold up here, so when we visit other little towns and walk outside the feeling of Christmas is accentuated. Popping into a coffee shop for a warm cuppa is just the cozy holiday feeling I crave.

Gifts will be small this year. Bill and I splurged on a few things throughout the year and decided that we needed to restrain ourselves when getting gifts. There's something about the restraint that has created even more excitement for me. 

Just three weeks ago I had another knee replacement surgery and I've been less than agile. We also had a trip to Atlanta to see Bill's family for the Annual Cookie Painting Party. We have our tree. It is up and in its stand. We just need to add lights and decorate it. I think that will happen tonight. It's not long for a tree to be up before the big day, but I'm glad we are doing it anyway.

We will be watching our favorite Christmas movies this weekend. They include "Funny Farm" and "You've Got Mail". We have a favorite that we discovered two years ago, "The Man Who Invented Christmas". It's about Charles Dickens as he decided to write a Christmas Carol. I love the story better from this point of view.

I hope you are enjoying your version of Holiday Cheer as well.

Wednesday, November 22, 2023

Still Trying To Figure It Out

I enjoy ruminating with a hot beverage. This is especially true when the crisp air of autumn arrives. The epitome of cozy is warm socks, a thick blanket, and a hot beverage. All three can be enjoyed either on the couch or sitting on top of my freshly made bed. Today I am writing this under just such cozy conditions. 

It's the day before Thanksgiving and all through the house, nothing is stirring... Oh, wait, wrong holiday. My husband is very much stirring. As I enjoy my quiet stillness, my husband doesn't stop moving. It's one of the things I find endearing about him. Today as I enjoy the cozy comfort inside, Bill has been working in the yard. Bill's work ethic is strong. Mine has gotten less strong as I've gotten older.

I've continued to substitute teach and with each assignment, I get a new perspective of what it's like to teach students in today's world. I'm still learning how to adapt my "style" as I try to learn from each experience. 

In one high school class, the teacher left specific instructions that phones were to be placed in a central station before class and were picked up as they changed classes. When I made this request to the students they looked at me as though I had three heads. Not one student stood up to comply. Of course, the students said the teacher doesn't require phones to be collected. Which begs the question, "Why was this specifically spelled out in her instructions to me?" and, "Why was there a place hanging on the wall to accommodate cell phones?" I simply said, "I'm sorry if this isn't what you are used to, but your teacher's instructions for today are clear". And I told them that we would handle this as part of the roll call. With each child indicating their presence, I simply asked "Do you have a cell phone," and then I asked them to bring it to the front. It was somewhat surprising that by handling it this way they complied. I think it was when they were asked as an individual that the group non-compliance mentality lost some of its effect. 

Was that a battle I necessarily wanted to fight? I don't know. When I was a student we "passed notes". Today, they use cell phones to text. I think the difference is that our note-passing was covert and not so unapologetically overt as cell phone usage is today. It surprises me how students are willing to blatantly communicate disinterest to the person trying to engage them. 

I secretly regretted choosing to follow the teacher's instructions regarding cell phones. This is for a few reasons, the first being that I set myself up for battle the very first thing. I set myself up to be a clear "enemy". In addition, I did not realize that there was another teacher who was taking charge of the instruction. 

The notes gave directions for what the students were to do individually. When the literacy specialist came in she simply said, "I'm the literacy specialist, I work with students in this class." In my other experiences, the specialist takes students aside to work with them individually. I expected the same from this specialist and I gave the students instructions (per the lesson plans). I thought that she would seek out the students that were struggling. To my surprise, and truthfully to my embarrassment, the specialist proceeded to pass out books to the students and told them to open the books to a certain page. She then began to read the chapter, asking the students to follow along. She stopped periodically to engage students in discussion and to recommend that they make a note of certain quotes for the projects that they were working on. 

If I had understood that this was the specialist's class I would have taken a back seat immediately. Instead, I felt that I had put myself into a power play with her. I think her expectation was that I would simply take attendance and leave the rest to her. That is what I wish I had done. I feel foolish, to be honest. But, I also understand how I made that error. My lesson from that is I should ask them specifically specialist what their role is and what they need from me. 

I should mention that the specialist did a great job of engaging the students. They participated when she stopped for discussion, and they asked questions when they didn't understand. I just have to repeat that if I had understood the protocol I would have stepped aside immediately. I'm still sick about how that went down. I feel I stepped on her toes and that I acted foolishly. It's funny how working with teenagers can bring out my underlying insecurities. 

There is one more reason I regret the cell phone decision. It is one that I think shines a light on something bigger than simply what is expected in the classroom. During class, one phone that was set to silent vibrate rang almost incessantly. When I heard it I struggled with how (or if) I should handle this. My concern was that this may have been an adult family member who desperately needed to speak to their child. Ultimately, a student asked to use the restroom and as he was leaving stopped to get his phone, which I thought was entirely appropriate. Later when he returned he again received a call and politely asked the teacher leading the class if he could step out in the hall to take the call. This reminds me that I have no idea what real life is like for any of these students. I have no idea what sort of home life situations require the student to be able to take a call when it comes in. 

It reminds me that assumptions about the appropriateness of such things as allowing students access to their phones are likely skewed. This includes my own assumptions. Once again my myopic view of the world with the flawed assumptions is exposed. 

I can't help but learn from all of this.

Tuesday, November 14, 2023

Kids Today

I'd dreamed of being a teacher when I was younger. I even had a blackboard that I used to teach my stuffed animals. I received a copy of the Young People's Science Encyclopedia which I read several times. The book was volume 1-Aa with information on how educators can order the entire set for their classroom. I'm not sure how I got this one, but back in the day, I mailed off for almost everything offered in magazines. 

I also received a book about cats from Little Friskies Cat Food. I had to mail away with the coupon cut from the food back to prove my purchase of their food. I had a huge appetite for information about things I cared about (cats).

Both of these books are available from booksellers for a minimal price. These books do not possess any antiquity qualities that I know of, so their only value is that of nostalgia. As an aside, it would be interesting to see how much has changed in the subject of science since the late '60s. I looked at the Cat Book on one of the seller's websites and they showed pictures of the book's interior. When I saw them I knew I would still love the contents.

Remember there was no internet and I was dependent on reading (books) for knowledge. Our family even had our own World Book Encyclopedia set. I used those extensively for the little research papers we were assigned in elementary school. 

Now that I'm a substitute teacher, I get the opportunity to sample the job as it is today. I am not saying I'm experiencing the teacher's actual job. There is so much more that goes into teaching than just showing up. When the teacher leaves lesson plans, I happily follow them. I've gotten to see several different teaching styles based on the plans they leave behind. For the most part, the students understand their directives and appear proficient in doing their work. That's not to say that they don't have questions. Which I happily answer. Sometimes my answers don't work for the student. When this happens I recruit another student to be a tutor. 

Except for 1st grade, I've subbed for classes in each K-6 level, including one special education class.  Elementary grades were fun to work with. The students were excited to show what they knew. 

I've also subbed for 8th, 10th, and 12th grades. I subbed for high school grades in two different schools and the experiences were very different from each other. At one school the students wanted to get their work done and they were cooperative and positive. At another school, the students were defiant and disrespectful. It was filled with disruptive boys that alternated between making cat sounds and shouting "F... You". The boys were impossible to appease or control. This was a shame because there was a small group of girls who dutifully did their work. 

Eighth grade at one school was also an absolute nightmare! This included three blocks of different 8th graders. For these classes, I made the executive decision that they would not be doing work on the laptops. Instead, I assigned them a reading in an actual textbook and assigned worksheets to complete. I made this decision early in my first class. The kids were shocked that I told them to put the laptops away. "We always do our work on laptops", they whined. To which I said, "Not today." The students were further shocked when I told them they had to hand in the worksheets. I told them that if they didn't work on them would get a "zero" for the day. "You can't do that," they said, "you aren't the teacher". To which I said, "I am today." 

Who knows what the regular teacher did with the stacks of "zeros". I hope he follows through. I was shocked to find that roughly a quarter of the students did the work. 

Lessons:

#1: Teaching and learning look completely different in this post-COVID world than they did when I was a student. (I wrote about that in my last post.)

#2: Many students are NOT motivated to do well for the sake of doing well. 

#3: Some student populations have a culture that rewards being disrespectful. 

Long story short: Nothing in Middle School or High School will reflect your own school experience.

Friday, November 10, 2023

Herculean Heroes

A long while back, I took two years off as a sort of "sabbatical" from banking. One of those years I spent teaching Middle School Math. Fast forward to today. I have one year of actual teaching in the school system under my belt and I can tell you that teaching today does not look like teaching in the early 2000s. It definitely doesn't look like the 1970s. The county I've been substitute teaching for has fully embraced technology and each student is provided with a laptop. In some classes, the students are using technology for their school work almost exclusively.    

I've observed a lot of interactive learning applications being assigned with knowledge checks at the end. This is true across grade levels. I can only hope that the technology helps reduce the time that the teacher works outside of the classroom. Working in the classroom requires a significant amount of stamina and patience. At the end of the day, teachers deserve to truly clock out. But, of course, that is not the case for them. 

Most of the teachers I have subbed for provide clear plans for their classes. I cannot express how grateful I am for this. Some of the plans include directing students to complete certain assignments on their laptops. In those cases, my job is to make sure students are actually on task, which is not hard to do. I do it by walking around. Some teachers use the "share the student screen" technique. It allows teachers to check any student's screen while they are in their classroom. There are incentives for the students to complete their work, which can include game time on the computer. 

One nice thing about computer learning is that students can complete their work at their own pace, without being intimidated when others have finished. The apps also provide bright, kinetic animation which presents information in several ways. It can help a visual learner grasp the concepts as well as an auditory learner. It also has practice features that help the hands-on learner. 

Electronic presentations are simply "how it's done" now. This is true even in the field of adult learning as well. For corporate training, I can't help but think of the time that can be saved when there are good training packages that can reduce the individual trainer's prep time. When I was in the corporate world, I appreciated online training because it allowed me to schedule for myself. The information could be reviewed quickly, which I really appreciated.  

Some people express worry that using colorful and interactive apps to teach our students will diminish their ability to learn the "old-fashioned" way. For as long as I can remember parents or concerned adults worried something important would be lost with each teaching innovation. 

As a product of the '70s education system, I can tell you we were not hurt by such things as Sesame Street or "The New Math" or other such things that were new. When calculators were introduced in the classroom the concern was students would become dependent on them. --Heck, I'm dependent on them. The difference is that today a calculator is readily available on our phones. 

For an accurate analysis of what educational tools work for today's students, I defer 100% to the teachers using them. I don't know which applications help our teachers and which add extra layers of work. My guess is there are some of each. 

I hope that it is the teachers that are consulted for any new school curriculums. I hope that it's the teachers who decide which books (or applications) are best for each group of students. The reality is that their voice is probably rarely consulted. My guess is that teachers' needs (which is another way of saying student needs) are not the biggest consideration. 

When we speak about "what's wrong with education today", it is certainly not the teachers. Teachers are herculean heroes. If we really want to know "what's wrong..." then we need to ask the teachers. They are the only ones truly qualified to answer the question!

View from Parking Lot of School

Tuesday, October 24, 2023

Freshly Sharpened Pencils in Fall

"Colourful" - By Ole Houen from Denmark

Each year when fall arrives or school starts I remember the line from the movie, "You've Got Mail". Tom Hanks writes to the anonymous Meg Ryan, "Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address." It's one of the best lines ever! 

I love any place where the crisp, fall air overtakes the summer heat. Buying school supplies is another love of mine.  There is something about new spiral notebooks and file folders that makes me want to organize all of my papers! It helps if they are pretty.

"You've Got Mail" will turn 25 in December, so a whole generation of people must not have seen it. I recommend renting this one and enjoying a feel-good movie. It's not a spoiler to say that two people fall in love...so there, I've said it. But the movie is also a love story about New York. And of books and bookstores. The internet mail communication was cutting edge when the movie came out, which is funny. The movie offers me a love story to nostalgia as well. 

This is my and my daughter's favorite movie. When we lived in the same town we watched it together at least once a year. 

Nora Ephron is the film's director and the writer most credited with writing the script. What needs to get more acknowledgment (in my opinion) is the fact that the movie is co-written with Delia Ephron (Nora's sister).

Delia Ephron is a talented writer in her own right. Last year, Delia released her memoir, which I highly recommend. Since it has been a while since I read it, I looked back at what I wrote on Goodreads, which I'm sharing with you below.
I absolutely loved this book; it is Memoir at its best. I'm afraid my review will not do it justice. Ms. Ephron tells her stories with the intimacy of a close friend. One of the best stories is "Love and Hate on Hold with Verizon". Ms. Ephron captures the insanity of trying to get something simple corrected when you are dealing with a company that is so big it really doesn't care if you are satisfied. Her story is about Verizon, but could just as easily be about AT&T or Cable TV. The frustration, laced with humor, is universal.
Delia's Webpage

Enjoy the beautiful weather! 

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Knee Updates

Enjoying Saturday @ New Belgium Brewery
It's my goal to increase my yoga teaching gigs to a bonafide gig. I was working towards that but slowed down after the knee surgery. I am teaching two times a week to a community center group. The classes are nice because they are small. The participants are fairly new to yoga, so the classes give the opportunities to emphasize teaching the poses and focusing on alignment. I also offer lots of variations for each pose. I've gotten into the groove of those classes since my surgery. I've been able to show the modifications I take for my body; this seems to make everyone more comfortable in making poses work for themselves, rather than trying to achieve what we imagine a pose is "supposed" to look like. 

I've been surprised by how achy my knee and hip continue to be. I have trouble falling asleep at least 3 times a week. I just can't get comfortable. My knee feels pain on both sides of the artificial patella. And my hip joint feels pain because the hip has been compensating for my knee for years. Now I'm asking the hip joint to move into the socket the "correct" way so that my foot points straight instead of out to the side. I can feel the hip click in and out of its socket. Both things will settle down. I know. It's only been 8 weeks. But that doesn't keep me from being disappointed with the pain. 

I'm also disappointed that I have not regained my full range of motion. The doctor is happy with my progress as is the physical therapist. I have achieved between 120 and 125 degrees for flexion. I have -3 degrees for extension. Both of these results are "acceptable" based on the literature. But I really want to achieve 130 degrees or better for flexion. The fact that I haven't achieved full extension adds to the misalignment of the two legs because it effectively shortens the right leg. My right leg also tends to be shortened because my right pelvis continues to have an anterior tilt, bringing the hip joint higher up into the body.

I've been going to one or two yoga classes since about 5 weeks after surgery. I'm worried that I've lost some of the stamina and strength I had gotten earlier this year. But this week I've hurt too much to even consider going. I've had PT two times a week and I've been substitute teaching (a lot of standing and walking) as well as teaching two yoga classes. I hope that between all of this, I'm doing what I need to steadily improve. 

On the plus side, Bill and I have been able to take pretty long walks on the weekend. Two weeks ago we walked up to the local brewery and enjoyed the outside venue. So, I am walking better than before the surgery. And I'm able to walk further too. The results have been successful. I just have to wait out the pain. 

Tuesday, October 10, 2023

Tardy

This fall I began working as a substitute teacher. When I arrived at my school assignment, I saw this sign and had to take a quick pic. I texted the pic to my daughter so that we could both reminisce about the "Tardy Days". You see, my daughter's elementary school years (the first two anyway) were plagued with the need for tardy slips. It is not a memory I'm proud of. In fact, I still get a little sick to my stomach when I think about it. 

Funny enough, I wrote this many years ago. I think I may have written it as I was journaling about motherhood failures. 

I'll share it here...only, please don't judge.

When my daughter was in elementary school I often had to sign her in "late". It was so lovely going into the school office and feeling the judgment of the school secretary. When I (we) arrive in the office, she clicks her tongue. It's as though I am the one in trouble. Which, I am. After all my child couldn't very well drive herself to school could she?

Each time my daughter was tardy (ahem, I was late), I had to sign a log. It was an acknowledgment, if you will, of my being a negligent if not just simply a bad parent. I had to write an explanation for my child's tardiness. Every. Single. Time.

"Really?!" I wanted to say, "If my kid is late then you know I'm REALLY late. I still have to get to work, you know." I mean, how else can we afford to live in the house that affords my daughter the right to go to such a good school?

Driving into the school drop-off zone, I would try to come to a rolling stop as I said to my sweet child, "I'm sure you're not late. It's probably just the first bell," I would say as I encouraged her to go ahead into the school.

"But Mom," she would say, "you know we're late. The teachers aren't out here anymore and there are no other cars in drop off." She was right, of course. All of the good mothers had already been and gone.

Parking illegally in the drop-off zone, I would take my sweet girl to the office so I could be judged. It was bitter medicine. My girl was here! Here, bathed, clothed and homework done. I'm not a complete failure. (Am I ?) Am I traumatizing my kid?

So each day I would smile as I wrote down our excuse in the log. "Car wouldn't start; Alarm didn't go off," that sort of thing.  Once I wrote, "You don't even want to know".

Did I tell you the secretary reads what I've written in the log before she issues the admission slip? Often she reads while pursing her lips to look at me. She thinks carefully before deciding if my reason is acceptable. Finally, she writes the admission slip for my cherub. The "Get Into Class Free" card. "Yes," she decides, "this little girl will get her free public education today". I'm thankful and I'm sheepish and I'm grateful.

"Yes," I say to myself, "even children with flaky working mothers deserve their education". 

Sunday, October 1, 2023

Hello October

At B&B - Sept 2023
Happy October! It finally feels like autumn is upon us. I probably say this every year, but autumn is my favorite season. Especially if the summer has been squelchingly hot. Moving to Asheville was a way to celebrate the fall season for as long as possible. The mountains are simply the best place to experience all that fall offers. Crisp fall afternoons with bright sunny skies, dramatic fall foliage, and mountainous skylines. 

What I'm Watching
And, of course, there is football. There you have a pic of my current view in my living room. There is nothing like a good game. Early on in my dating relationship with Bill, I asked him if he liked football. Before he answered I followed up with "Please say yes". I love to watch football. Mostly I love NFL ball, but lately, I've been enjoying college ball as well. You can guess that Bill said "yes", with a somewhat quizzical expression, as if to say, "Who doesn't like football?" 

It's nice that it's cool enough outside to have our windows open. I enjoy our little corner lot. We get dog walkers and parents walking their kids in strollers and lots of people that park so they can walk the block to a local favorite taco place, Taco Billy. It is such a fun neighborhood. 

Bill's summer project has been to create a proper driveway for our two cars.
You can see he has done a marvelous job. New gravel comes on Wednesday. I can't find any pics of our driveway from "before". It was basically a one-and-a-half driveway, big enough to park two as long as you toggle them. Before Bill's project, the side yard and make-shift driveway were not level at all. I am shocked that Bill has done all of this on his own. 


I need to get an updated photo of our sweet little cottage. Bill took these bushes down the first summer. 

Tuesday, September 26, 2023

A Wedding Anniversary

At the Beach (June 2023)

Today is our wedding anniversary. One year ago we said, "I do". We are having a low-key day and plan to go out to a nice dinner this weekend. The anniversary just sort of slipped up on us. 

Speaking of anniversaries, tomorrow will be 5 weeks since I got the new knee. I saw the doctor today and he was pleased with my progress. I'm surprised that I still experience quite a bit of pain. Not all of the time, but when it aches, it really aches. My goal is to get the full range of motion. I'm not satisfied that I'm there yet. I've got a few more PT appointments to get scheduled, and hopefully, we will make more progress these next few weeks. 

My stamina is not what it needs to be yet. It's embarrassing that I get sort of lightheaded after a long hot shower. I think that's just stamina. I know I get tired as I try to head back to my regular yoga classes. I went to a Sculpt Yoga class yesterday and was able to do most of the activity. Granted, some of the moves I have to modify, but I'm able to get a lot of benefit from the class. The class is taught by one of my favorite people, Liz. She is so encouraging! And I just love her energy. 

Right before my knee surgery, I was in 3 weeks of  Yoga Teacher Training which will be part of my updated 500-Hour Certification. I should finish the hours for that by the end of the year. I'm still digesting some of the information that we learned. Not everything we learned will speak to every person. I have to determine what aspects ring true for me. 

These are just a few thoughts to get back into the groove of writing/blogging.

Thursday, August 31, 2023

A Whole New Knee

Yoga Teacher Certification
There was a time when I was obsessed with writing blog posts. It was one of my favorite things. I've dropped off the blogging tour for a while now. But it was unintentional. It wasn't that I didn't want to blog...it was that I was busy. Crazy busy. The kind of "busy" that makes you want to take naps and go to bed early. But today, I'm determined to get at least one post out there! Most likely it's a message in a bottle in the "interwebs". 

It won't be much fun to read a litany of what I've done. But, one of the things that regular blogging does for me is establish a history to look back on. My prior blog, "Kimberly Is Thinking", has a much longer history to show life changes over time. I looked back at that blog for a few minutes today. I was looking to remind myself of my history of knee pain. I was a little surprised by how well I'd documented it. I'm proud to be able to tell you that I had a total knee replacement (right knee) two weeks ago. 

I had knee surgery in 2021, but it was really not sufficient for what I needed. It was an arthroscopy, which was an effort to "buy more time" before an actual knee replacement. 

I'm really happy with the results of this surgery and the rehabilitation I'm getting. I'm a huge believer in rehab. Without strong rehab, any knee surgery can have diminished results. With my past knee surgery, I never saw the results I hoped for. I remember having to wait to get my first appointment with PT. I had surgery at a "mega-hospital / practice". It is one of the most well-known hospitals in the country and is well known for being one of the "best". But, in my case, I was surprised that the various departments operated like silos with little coordination between the groups. Rehab. was a completely different department from surgery. The surgeon gave the "order" for rehab., but actually making the appointment was up to me. That meant facing ridiculous time between an appointment request and receiving an actual appointment. I lost at least two weeks for rehabilitation from the date of surgery. 

This surgery is with a specialty group that operates like a well-oiled machine. (Excuse the cliche.) My first rehab visit was just two days after surgery. Of course, I have rehab exercises to continue on my own at home as well. I'm very motivated to regain a full range of motion so I'm diligent. 

The pic I have above is of my earning a Training Certificate to teach Sculpt Yoga. This is a nice addition to my Yoga Certification and one that I'm extremely proud of. 

I'll sign off for now...but I hope to return with more updates soon.

Tuesday, November 1, 2022

We Are Married

A little over a year after he asked, we are married. It was the perfect day. We got married in a sweet B&B on the patio at noon. The weather was perfect. It was sunny and coolish, making it perfect for being outside without a sweater. Summer had been so hot and sticky, it was a blessing that this day was so quintessentially autumn.
View from Patio at Grove Park Inn

After we said "I Do" we went to the Grove Park Inn and had lunch on their patio. We had a burger, fries, and champagne. It was perfect.


I enjoyed everything about the day. I felt so completely present for every word! We worked on the words of our vows together and the words captured us!

I'm in the process of changing my last name to Landis. It will take a moment to get that all updated.

Sunday, October 30, 2022

Living and Loving in Asheville

Oh, Asheville! How I love living here!! Especially in West Asheville. Right now I have the front door open and can hear the band playing outside at the corner taco restaurant (less than a block away). The guitar playing is quite good. Their singing is enjoyable and they are playing songs from my era and before. 


My adorable husband has just driven up from his visit to the local pub. He absolutely loves the craft beers he can get here. I don't think I've mentioned that Asheville is known for its craft breweries. In addition to loving me, Bill loves craft beer and he loves coffee. 

When we were newly a couple and still living in Raleigh we talked about creating a book on craft beer. It was definitely his idea. We were going to visit local breweries and write a book about what we thought, etc. I remember saying that the idea had so much potential and that we may need to go to Germany as part of our research. His answer was "If we gotta, we gotta". It is classic Bill. Now we say that often. You know, if we gotta, we gotta. We will just do what it takes. I think that's the gist.  

So far we haven't started any writing on this book, but we did move to Asheville where the craft beer scene is. That's sort of a start.

We discussed moving to the mountains from the start of our dating life. Actually, on our second date, he told me that his plan was to retire and move to the mountains at the end of the academic year. Truthfully, I didn't know where that left me. I was already enamored with him, and he was telling me he would be leaving in less than 12 months. In that instant, I decided not to allow myself to be disappointed. It was just our second date, for goodness sake. How could I be disappointed that this guy, who I really liked, was telling me he wasn't going to be around? I decided to ignore (for the moment) the fact that he hoped not to be here come next summer. A year is a long time after all. 

Bill was clear that he wanted to retire, and that he also wanted to move to the mountains. I've often thought about living in the Asheville area. It's eclectic as well as beautiful. It has a good artist community and vibe. Lots of live music, though less so since COVID. But, I had more years to work before retirement. 

Fast-forward and Bill decided to stay and teach one semester longer. Also, I decided I could retire way early. We both had retirement dates scheduled for the end of 2021! --Just over a year after Bill originally told me of his plan. We also confirmed we wanted to move TOGETHER to Asheville and we bought our adorable bungalow in October. We were fully moved in in January of 2022.  What a difference a year makes!

We live on the same block as one of the most visited taco restaurants. --They love tacos here in Asheville. We are a couple of blocks away from a coffee shop that Bill goes to each morning. We are a block away from a pizza restaurant and a craft brewery. We get to watch people as they walk back from their taco experience to their cars. We see people on the way back home with coffee in hand from the coffee shop. 

I promised pictures so long ago. Here are a few.
Closing Day

Sunday, September 4, 2022

What's Happening

I live in Asheville now. I binge-watch shows on Netflix and Amazon. I drink coffee in bed every single morning!  Some days (like today) I lounge in bed until noon-ish. Mind you, I'm not sleeping until noon...I'm awake. I'm doing things or at least thinking about things. I play Wordle. I check out Google News on my phone. It's the news Google thinks I'm most interested in so far it hasn't really been wrong. It's more like soft news, really. Or, not really news at all.

The algorithms have it right for me. I don't want hard news. It's way too heartbreaking. I know what's going on. I have opinions about it, as does everyone else. My views haven't changed much since I was in high school. My values are very much the same. 

I live in a cottage that was built in the 1920s. The floors are uneven, but it has the original wood floors. There are a few improvements we hope to make, but none that are urgent. I love this place as it is. Even if we never make improvements, there is nowhere else I'd rather live.

My girlfriends and I still have Girl's Night. It's a little harder for me to navigate because I'm coming from almost four hours away. But, Girl's Night helps sustain me. It is incredible to have friends that know you now and knew you as a teen as well. Our hearts are the same. These women make my life so much fuller. 

I'll be married before the next Girl's Night. 

Every time I come here to start a post, I stall because of the time since the last one. My instinct is to tell every little thing that's happened since I last wrote. But, a laundry list of activities would not be interesting would they? 

I'm still "retired", though I work for "fun". I have a lovely part-time job downtown in the Federal Courthouse Building. It gives me a place to go each morning and a place to wear my cute clothes. I really enjoy wearing work clothes. I work 25 hours a week, with genuinely kind people. My role is really small, yet they say I'm helpful. It's lovely to feel useful without having significant responsibilities. There is zero stress for me. Just show up, do my part, and go home. It's wonderful.

I took a job at the beginning of the year. It was full-time and one that used just the right amount of my knowledge and experience. I was competent very quickly. I knew the concepts, I just needed to learn the computer application, which was quite intuitive. What threw me was that I didn't fit in. I was excluded socially. Mean Girls still exist in the world of work. I hadn't experienced that before. I've experienced difficult personalities before, but not Mean Girls. 

I remember experiencing a surprise interaction that I did not know how to reconcile. I texted my friend who I used to work with. She and I easily became friends outside of work...but she knows the "work me." She said, "These are not your people. You need to leave now." She was right. They weren't my people. 

That whole awful experience made me remember that life is too short! 


Saturday, January 1, 2022

Happy New Year

Happy New Year. This year holds so many promises that are both awesome and scary. But mostly awesome.

Yesterday was my last day at work. I've officially retired as of yesterday. I have been with the company for nine years! It really was a good fit for me. I was competent and I was a resource for others. I liked that feeling. I'm sad to let that go.

My new chapter will begin in Asheville in mid-January. This is the fourth time I've moved in January in five years! I've tried to downsize my stuff each time. But I'm always overwhelmed when it's time to pack up and move again.

We bought the house Asheville house in the Fall. I hope to be finished with moving after this one. Owning a house again is big. I had said I didn't want to own again. My last house was just too big to make sense. When I left the last house I began apartment living in earnest. Each apartment I've lived in has been new with beautiful new appliances and lovely finishes. My favorite thing in all of the apartments has been the porches. I've made sure each porch has faced east, where the sun rises and slowly heats up while providing so much light! 

I said I wouldn't own again, but things changed. This is house everything I've always wanted but thought I'd never have. Our small cottage (962 SF) was built in 1927. It's in an area of Asheville that includes older houses, most have had some updating and new infill homes. The new infill homes are larger with modern architectural detailing. The neighborhood is eclectic. 

Here's a sneak peek at the charmer.  There are many more pics to come.

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Autumn Changes

This weekend was spent in Asheville. I spent time in a local brewery and also picked up a Guide to Asheville Breweries. There are a lot of breweries to visit. 

Before this year, the last time I'd been to Asheville was May 2015. Whew, time flies. I mean, it really does. I just looked back at my previous blog to see what I could remember about that last visit. I had forgotten that it was the first time I used Airbnb. I was probably late to the party, but I've had several great experiences after that one. It's sort of been my preferred type of stay. 

I'm spending more time in Asheville than I ever have before. Spoiler Alert: I'm moving there! The official move date is somewhere between January 15th and January 22nd (when my lease is up). 

This poor blog has been so quiet...if you follow my posts you probably think I've abandoned it. But, no, I've just had big life changes that have taken my energy. 

Tonight, when I sat down I ran down the list of things that I've done this year...that would explain my absence and lack of writing. I knew I'd been busy, and I'd used the "I've been busy" moniker when I wrote last time. In my last post, I ticked off what I've been "busy" with. It still feels like a lot of big things. 

After catching you up with my life in September, I preceded to make more big life changes. I found out that I can retire early in 2022. At first, I thought, "Oh...how nice, but I don't think so." It really was a surprise that I have the ability to collect SSI two years early. It only took a few days for me to decide to accept this surprising opportunity. I feel like if I don't take advantage of the early retirement that I will be missing out on a cosmic gift. So...I'm officially retiring as of December 31st. 

It feels right. This allows me to take a breath and start fresh. 

I'm leaving my career and I'm leaving where I live. I'm moving forward with "fear and trembling." 

This idea has stayed with me since I was a college freshman in Philosophy 101. 

If anyone on the verge of action should judge himself according to the outcome, he would never begin. Even though the result may gladden the whole world, that cannot help the hero; for he knows the result only when the whole thing is over, and that is not how he became a hero, but by virtue of the fact that he began.”― Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling

My life changes are not as dramatic or dire as what Kierkegaard is contemplating, but I take comfort in the grace of his words. After all, we are all heroes of our own lives; I am the hero of my own life. 

As I was writing this, I wanted to go on into my own philosophy of life planning but realized I have written this before. 

I really want to go on...telling you all about the new plans. I'm really quite excited about them. But, the truth is, my body has not adapted to the "non-daylight savings time", meaning I'm usually in bed by now. I'm fairly certain my post has been coherent until this point, so I will call it a night.

Until next time!

Sunday, September 12, 2021

What I've Been Up To

I've been offline for a while. So many things have happened that I don't know where to begin. I'll just start with a list of headlines. 

KNEE SURGERY

I started the year with my knee surgery. It's not a new knee but it put synthetic cartilage in the place that was bone on bone. I'm so thankful for that surgery. It's taking a long time to rehabilitate and walk without a limp. I was starting to think that I would never be up to "par". I diligently went to physical therapy, which helped. But, it wasn't until I started having private sessions with my Yoga Teacher that I found real relief. Let me say that the sessions are hard. I sweat and I hold my breath, which is a big no-no with yoga. But, after finishing I'm always somehow better. 

200 HOUR YOGA TEACHER TRAINING 

I completed 200-Hour Yoga Teacher Training. I am now a certified Yoga Teacher. I've led a few classes, and look forward to having the opportunity to teach more regularly. I am truly proud of this accomplishment. I learned so much, and I'm hungry to learn more.

STRAWBERRY PICKING

One Sunday in May was spent with friends in a strawberry patch. Many of the strawberries found themselves in strawberry margaritas at the beach. We went early before it got super hot. There was a little competition to see who could fit the most strawberries in their bucket. I am not sure there was conclusive evidence either way. 

The afternoon was spent at Maple View Ice Cream. We got our beach chairs out (which were coincidentally in our cars), and we sat in the sun. The sun felt so nice that I didn't realize I was getting a slight sunburn.

BEACH TRIP

We spent a week at the beach with friends. I can't remember the last time I spent an entire week at the beach! We had so much fun. The beach was just beautiful. And on the last night, we were treated to a double rainbow. It was magical.

We ate meals together and gathered in the same area on the beach. We watched the waves, read, or napped. We've made reservations for next year.

MOUNTAIN TRIPS 

There were two weekends in the mountains. July 4th was in Burnsville, which is quintessential Small Town America. We visited a brewery and several coffee shops. Plus I met and chatted with a Vulcan one night at dinner.

The weather was a little cooler in Burnsville for the 4th, which made being outside for the fireworks much nicer. We watched from the brewery's grassy lawn. It felt like the entire town was there. It was fun to see multi-generations enjoying time together. Even though we didn't actually know anyone, we felt a part of a community. 

WILMINGTON VISITS

We spent Easter with Danielle and Lucy. She was so cute in her little skirt with the bunny tail. She had ears, but wouldn't wear them for long.

Lucy changes so much between visits. She learns so much that it's hard to believe. And she is so independent.

We've been back to Wilmington twice to play in the pool. Lucy is a water baby. Next year she will probably get swimming lessons.