Slice of Life - Day 31

I was a little stuck on what to write today, so I used a random word generator, then I wrote a story using the words that came up.

wax

offend 

nimble

planet

frighten 

narrow

pipe

execute

The day waxed, but Jim continued on his journey.  The danger didn't frighten him because he was prepared to execute his duty through.  

He squeezed through a narrow pipe as nimbly as his six-foot tall body would allow.  The stench of sulfur didn't offend him. The pipe was dripping with a black slimy substance, and it covered his clothing as he belly-crawled through the narrow passageway.  

All of the sudden a glow appeared in front of him. Yellow light became stronger and brighter until Jim could hardly keep moving forward with open eyes.  Still, he squinted and continued his task.  

Finally, he arrived at the end of the pipe. Amazed, he gasped with awe as he peered over the edge.  Jim could hardly contain his excitement as he squirmed his way back through the pipe. 

A crowd of people waited impatiently for Jim's news.  As his feet appeared then his calves, they held their breath eager to hear his words.  

Jim stood stiffly up and turned around.  His face was covered with soot, but his eyes shined brightly. The concourse stared expectantly as a smile slowly spread across his face.

"It's a planet!" 

Slice of Life - Day 30

 Confidence

Strive to be what everyone else is.

Wear the same shoes,

the same style of jeans.

Grow your bangs out.

Hang out with the "cool" kids.

Leave behind what everyone else is.

Wear what you want

when you want.

No make-up,

wet hair.

Connect with some,

Forget the others.

No more obsession with looks.

No more desireable cliques.

Still, the same discomfort arises.

Slice of Life - Day 29

Since when did airline give flight attendants permission to make snarky remarks during announcements? 

The pre-flight instructions that are usually bland and routine were loaded with jokes and puns. "If you don't like our service, there are six exits located throughout the plane." "When traveling with a child, our your mask on first. If you are traveling with two children, choose the one with the most potential."

 People chuckled in response, and it grabbed my attention more than any other previous instructions ever have. There was definite flavor in its informality, but I'm not sure what the goal was, and whether it was completely appropriate. Regardless, the wit was present in both of my flights today. It was an interesting approach to an otherwise banal commentary. I guess it was a unique approach. And as the flight attendant claimed when we were preparing to get baggage from the overhead bins, "shift happens."

Slice of Life - Day 28

A bright blue sky soars above the snow-covered mountain. The sun is out, and only slight wisps of cloud dot the horizon. Towering evergreens form a maze of pathways that travel down the mountain. Chairlifts creep slowly, silently straight up, up, up. Colorful dots glide gracefully from one side of the slope to the other. Amidst the deep greenery, swishing sounds cut crisply through the cool air. Though the land is ripe for animals, few frolick about - too many unknown dangers for all but the intrepid and the famished. The flitting birds prove their presence, albeit unseen. How could they not be? This beauty only nature provides is their home. It is the snow bunnies who are misplaced. 

Slice of Life - Day 27

A bad habit of mine is neglecting to correspond with people who send correspondence my way.  The correspondence I'm referring to has nothing to do with day-to-day communications.  I'm very prompt in my email correspondence for work.  What I struggle with is corresponding with people who are not actively present in my life.  

I'm not sure why this is the case.  I know that it is rude and probably gives people the feeling that I don't value them. So why can't I write a quick letter or place a simple phone call?  There always seems to be something that I "need" to do.  Why don't I make the correspondence a priority? I want my extended family to know they are in my heart and mind, yet I don't view correspondence with them as a necessity.  

This needs to change. I need to make more effort to communicate with family and friends. This is my official vow.  I will show the people who are in my life but not IN my life that they are important to me by writing them or calling them.  I will make the communication a priority in my life. 

Slice of Life - Day 26

What is my religion?

Christianity.

Immediate response.

Or,

"A set of beliefs 

concerning 

cause,

nature,

purpose 

of the universe"

Okay.

Existence.

Evolution.

Reproduction.

Why?

Movement forward.

To what? 

The end.

For what?

Betterment.

Why?

Evolution.

And

"Something 

one believes

in and 

follows

devotedly"

Okay.

Love.

Why?

Feelings.

Fitness.

Why?

Health.

Learning.

Why?

Curiosity.

Yet,

"A matter

of ethics

or conscience"

Okay.

Kindness.

Why?

Love.

Honesty.

Why?

Comfort.

Diligence.

Why?

Development.

So,

what?

Slice of Life - Day 25

What would I do without Pinterest?

Sitting at the dinner table today eating our quinoa pizza bites and zuchini slice pizzas, I asked my husband, "What would we do without Pinterest?" Many of the meals that we eat are from my perusal of pins on Pinterst, and I couldn't imagine what we would eat if we didn't have my "food" board. 

"We'd go to the library and get recipe books."

What?! 

Though I am definitely old enough to remember life without the Internet, the convenience of Pinterest makes all other options seem ridiculous. 

I'd have to search through books, often without pictures, to find one or two recipes that we may like.  I'd have to photocopy the recipes or write them down.  When we wanted a variation in our dinner plans, I'd have to sift through sheets of paper to find a desirable dish.  Ugh. That seems like such a hassle.  

With Pinterest I have my collection of recipes that I've found over the course of a causal browsing experience. When we are making our grocery list, I search through my board to see what looks tasty.  If the picture catches my eye, I'll check out the recipe, find out the ingredients, and add them to the list. Dinner time comes, and I set my iPad on the counter and get to work! Easy as Chobani pancakes!

It really isn't that much different than having a collection of recipes, but the diversity of my collection is amazing. I have found recipes that we love, recipes we never would have thought of or found in a book.   It is truly pinspirational!

Slice of Life - Day 24

I am exasperated by grades. Students and parents alike are so obsessed with grades that grading is...uncomfortable. I am a passive person. I hate conflict, and I do not want people to be displeased. I want people to be happy, but grades make people unhappy.  

I feel like no matter how much thought I put into making a good and fair assignment, there is always someone who is displeased. Even if I give a clear indication of how the assignment will be assessed by giving students a rubric in advance, students still complain when they don't get a "good enough" grade. An A is what they want, but they don't really want to put forth the effort and thought that it takes to earn an A. 

This is upsetting for two reasons. As previously stated, I detest conflicts even it if is with people whose brains aren't fully developed yet. More detrimental to society, though, is the fact that students don't want to learn, they just want to earn. "How many points is this worth?" "Can I have extra credit?" It seems like so many students are doing the work simply because they have to in order to get the points.  There is no curiosity, no desire to learn for learning's sake. 

As I typed that last sentence, I had my adolescent self in my mind. Did I go to school to learn? Or did I go because that is what was expected of me? I'm sure that I wasn't very interested in much of what my high school had to offer. I was self-absorbed and concerned with my social life. I liked reading, and I enjoyed my English classes, but I'm not sure that my motivation for attending school was to expand my mind and encounter novel and diverse ideas. 

Okay. Perhaps the end of our society as we know it isn't nearing because my students don't appreciate reading Huck Finn.  Perhaps society is continuing as it always has with egocentric teens who eventually develop into English teachers who desperately want their students to love what they love. 

Slice of Life - Day 23

Breathe. Breathe in deeply as if trying to calm the heart and the mind. Exhale slowly, pushing out the air at an even pace, feeling the rush of breath leave the body. Breathe. Feel every part of the body relax. The toes, the heels, the ankles all vibrate with the energy of life. Feel the calves, the knees, and the thighs as they tingle slightly. Focus thoughts on the nerves sending signs of existence to the abdominals, the back, the arms, and the fingers. Lastly, feel the neck, the jaw, the forehead, the hair release in tranquility. Breathe in, letting all bodily sensations surround and prevent externalities from disrupting the halcyon mindset. Breathe.

Slice of Life - Day 22

Dear Jennifer,

I know that you haven't always liked me because I am small and old-fashioned, but I feel that you have unjustly destroyed my essence, and it is only fair that you hear my complaints.

First, you took away my throne, then you gerry-rigged my tap.  You allowed your husband to screw with my head because he thought I was too wasteful.  You trash-talked about me behind my back, claiming that my choice to adorn myself in pink and blue was hideous, without recalling those colors were trendy! You knocked down walls and pitched pieces of me, and you didn't even have the consideration to do it yourself. 

You assumed that you could do whatever you wanted to me, but I will no longer tolerate your abuse. 

This letter serves as my official notice for termination of service. I will no longer provide you with a quiet solitude to relieve yourself. You will never again be able to bathe in my cast-iron heart.  Because of your cruelty, I am joining the great community of salvagers. Future attempts to contact me will be futile.  

Sincerely,

Your bathroom

Slice of Life - Day 21

Tolerate

Muscles straining 

I pull and

press;

I squeeze and

separate;

I squat and

swing;

I run.

28 hours

is all it takes 

to feel

each fiber 

pleasantly

stiffen and

ache.

When did pain, 

discomfort and sweat 

become the goal 

not something to

avoid? 

Tolerate. 

It

will be over 

soon.

Slice of Life - Day 20

A Flash  

It took me a long time to find a man that I wanted to marry. Of course, I dated men, and I thought I wanted to marry them, but marriage wasn't really a reality. There were things that didn't fit with my personality or issues that I just couldn't conquer.  I'm not sure I would have accepted the right man had he come along earlier in my life.  I like solitude.  I'm okay by myself because I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself and living my life without a companion to help. My relationship with my parents provides affection and love.  Though a lover is enjoyable, I never thought about one as a necessity. 

As I aged, I did realize that there was something that I wanted that only a husband could provide.  I wanted to create a loving family.  I wanted to enjoy raising children, and I wanted to do it with someone I loved, valued, and respected. 

When I did meet my future husband, I didn't recognize what a treasure he was.  I called him the "bird guy" because on our first date, he took me to a park and brought two pair of binoculars so that we could look at birds.  This wasn't typical for me.  A park, walking, and talking? Yes. Bringing binoculars? Um...no. I appreciate nature, but what is so great in Ohio that I need a pair of binoculars to see?

After some brush-offs on my part, my husband was kind enough to borrow a friend's truck to help me move my grandma into an assisted living home. He was so happily energetic, even in the pouring down rain, as he bustled from one side of the truck to the other tying down the mattress and furniture. 

I rode with him in the truck, and my mom and grandma followed in the car behind us.  We chatted as we drove, and I remember turning onto the street of the assisted living facility and him saying something about his job.  At that moment, I caught a glimpse of something in him that I liked.  Previous to that moment, he was just a really nice guy, but he wasn't someone I could see myself with. In that instant and the hour that followed, I recognized that I wasn't giving him a chance to show me who he was. 

After my realization, everything fell into place. There were a few bumps, but we smoothed them out together. 

I look at my relationship with him now, and I relish what we have. I am so privileged to be a part of his life. He makes me a better person. We laugh together, we live together, and we love together. It is a relationship unlike any that I have ever had, and I am thankful that I saw the glimmer of his essence before it was too late. 

Slice of Life - Day 19

Sleeeeeeep

Ahhhh.

So cozy 

in my bed. 

Downy cover 

layered with a quilt.

Warmth saturates my body

as I burrow,

moving my feet rhythmically,

feeling the textures 

against my legs and toes.

Fluffy pillows encase me

while the contoured one

supports.

No drug can mimic 

this wonderful feeling.

No show can prevent 

my eager approach.

No light can disrupt

the heavy slumber.

No alarm, No!

Slice of Life - Day 18

Eulogy for Noah Webster

70,000. That is how many words that Noah Webster Jr. collected, organized, and defined to create his American Dictionary. It was the first dictionary of its kind in that it presented not only words that had been previously used in literature but also words that were used in everyday life.  In addition, Webster's dictionary presented American English as different from British English.  He added words that Americans were creating as the country grew and scientific pursuits were achieved.  And perhaps most important, Webster revised the definitions of words so that they included thorough descriptions that distinguished the minute differences among similar words. 

Though Noah Webster Jr. is best known for this ultimate achievement, he did much more than this in his 85 years.  Because of his authorship of the dictionary and his instructional spelling book for school children, Webster promoted the need for copyright laws throughout the United States.  When he published The American Spelling Book in 1782, people had no way to protect their intellectual property.  Webster used his connections with politicians of the time, including Thomas Jefferson, to urge legislators to create copyright laws.

In addition, Webster began the first marketing campaign to sell his speller.  He promoted his own work by writing advertisements and publishing them in newspapers.  The salesman sought support from local officials and was able to capitalize on their acknowledgement of the merit of his speller in order to promote his books. This was a predecessor to the blurbs of praise on modern-day book jackets.

Though it may seem like these contributions benefitted Webster himself, much of his literary life was devoted to encouraging support for the federal government during times of conflict. When the constitution was drafted, he wrote editorials that provided sound reasoning for states to ratify.  

As the new nation dealt with yellow fever, Webster strove to understand the cause of the disease.  He attempted to gain information about the disease by sending a questionnaire to doctors in various large cities.  His questionnaire was the first scientific survey and spurred medical professionals to develop processes of medical research. 

Noah Webster was a motivated man who had a strong opinion of what America should be like.  He was assiduous (he worked nearly 27 years) in his creation of a dictionary that mimicked the language of the people using it.  Though some may say that one who creates a dictionary is merely copying what others say, I would assert that Noah Webster Jr. was a true innovator.  After all, his ideas have become essential elements in the United States today. 

Slice of Life - Day 17

Tomorrow my honors American studies students will begin discussing "The Fall of the House of Usher" by Edgar Allan Poe.  I am rereading it tonight and developing discussion questions and ideas for ways to urge students to look at the text in a deeper way.  Ultimately, I want my students to be able to identify literary devices that Poe uses in his work and explain how those devices contribute to his purpose in writing the text. Before any analysis that answers this question, there are some basic components of the story that students need to understand. Below are the discussion questions and thoughts I've had reading the short story again. 

1. How does the narrator feel as he approaches the House of Usher? What diction does Poe use to convey the atmosphere of the setting? Why would Poe choose these words? 

2. For what reason does the narrator come to the House of Usher? What does this reason tell readers about the narrator? Close read the description of why the narrator visits Roderick Usher.  What is wrong with Roderick?  

3. What are the Ushers known for? 

4. Close read the passage describing the house beginning with "Its principle feature seemed to be that of an excessive antiquity..." Describe the house.  What details does Poe choose to provide that may foreshadow the end of the story? 

5. Upon entering the house, prior to seeing Roderick, what Gothic details does Poe provide?

6. Describe the physician that the narrator meets on the staircase.  Why might Poe include this minor character in the story?

7. Describe Roderick Usher's in your own words. Close read the physical description of Usher and analyze the diction that Poe uses to describe him.  What might Poe want readers to get from this description? Does the description sound like something familiar to you?

8. Close read Poe's description of Roderick's ailment.  What seems to be the problem? What does Roderick claim is the cause of the problem? What are some symptoms of Roderick's ailment?

9. What does Roderick claim is the connection between is malady and his house? Is this connection present in any of the text prior to this revelation? If so, where?

10. Roderick claims that there may be an additional radon why he is sad...what is the reason? 

11. How does Poe describe lady Madeline's entrance into the story? Why would he describe it in such a way?

12. What is wrong with lady Madeline?

13. What do the narrator and Roderick do to pass the time?

14. Why would Poe allude to Carl Maria Von Weber's music and Johann Heinrich Fussli's paintings when describing Roderick's talents? 

15. The narrator describes one of Roderick's paintings.  How does he describe it? What does the pianist tell about Roderick's state of mind or his preoccupations? 

16. Poe includes his poem "The Haunted Palace" in this story as one of Roderick's song creations. How is this "song" a mise en abyme? Why would Poe use it at this point in the story? How does the song contribute to the mood of the story? 

17. If the House of Usher is a symbol, what is the meaning of the symbol? How does the inclusion of the mise en abyme support the meaning of the symbol?

18. What does it mean when the narrator says that Roderick believes in the "sentience of all vegetable things?" What evidence does Roderick give to legitimize his belief? What is Roderick's assertion about the house?

19. What happens to lady Madeline? 

20. What does Roderick decide to do with Madeline and why?

21. Reread the funeral procession paying particular attention to imagery.  What is Poe's goal in this section of the text? 

22. How does Roderick act after Madeline's passing? How does Roderick's behavior affect the narrator? 

23. How does Poe develop the mood of the story after Madeline dies?  If his goal is to develop a feeling of terror in the reader, what does he do to achieve this? What details does he include? What dialogue is expressed? 

24. Describe the story of the Mad Trist.  How is it a mise en abyme? What does it tell us about the text as a whole?

25. What does Roderick claim the two have done? 

26. Close read the description of lady Madeline's return. Identify words that Poe uses to create the mood.  

27. What does the narrator do after lady Madeline finds Roderick? 

28. What happens to the House of Usher? How is it symbolic? 

29. In what ways does Poe foreshadow impending doom? 

30. Reread "Sonnet--to Science".  What is the theme of the poem? How does the theme connect to "The Fall of the House of Usher"?

31. Why can the narrator conquer the house but Roderick cannot? How does the narrator conquer the house? 

32.  What tense does Poe use in the story? How does the tense help with his purpose? 

Slice of Life - Day 16

My speech class has been reading autobiographies or biographies of successful leaders or entrepreneurs in preparation for the culminating of assignment of delivering a tribute speech.  We have talked about the necessary elements to a tribute speech and watched several speeches including Oprah Winfrey's eulogy to Rosa Parks and Tina Fey's tribute to David Letterman.  On Friday I spoke with the students about finding a goal for their speeches. Some will choose to show the struggles that a person overcame in order to achieve success or others will illustrate ways in which a person changed lives.  I need to figure out what my tribute speech will about, so below are my ideas for my tribute speech of Noah Webster. 

 I have been reading The Forgotten Founding Father by Joshua Kendall.  It is a biography of Noah Webster Jr., the creator of the first American dictionary.

- Socialized with Ben Franklin, Aaron Burr, George Washington, James Madison, and John Marshall.

- Clarification of syllables to help with the instruction of reading and writing

--Reverend Thomas Dilworth - an English author who wrote the 1700s most commonly used speller (A New Guide to the English Tongue); started the instruction of reading by dividing words into syllables; defined a syllable as "either one letter; as a; or more than one; as man"

--Webster created his own speller (The American Spelling Book) that clarified and standardized American English; defined a syllable as "one letter or so many letters as can be pronounced at one impulse of the voice, as a, hand"; divided words up by their pronunciation instead of by principles form Latin grammar

-Because of his efforts to protect his intellectual property (The American Spelling Book), Connecticut was the first state in the U.S. to pass a copyright law; he also instigated the passage of copyright laws in New York, Massachusetts, Maryland, New Jersey, New Hampshire, and Rhode Island

- First author to create a marketing campaign 

- Wrote multitudes of editorials (both anonymously and signed) that encouraged support of Congress in tumultuous times; encouraged ratification of the Constitution by various states 

- Because of The American Spelling Book, people of all ages across the nation developed an interest in spelling. It was his book that ignited the Spelling Bee as a national pastime

- contributed ideas to the Constitution; suggested that the nation should governed by a single person (a president) 

- interest on the causes of Yellow Fever spurred him to send a questionnaire to doctors in the major cities of the U.S.; this was the world's first scientific survey and helped spur medical research  

Slice of Life - Day 15

On Friday morning, I sat in the English office at 7:30 a.m. waiting for the kids to start their last day of standardized testing.  I had already completed my duties as a P.P. and an S.P. (Primary proctor and Secondary proctor), so I could hide in the office and wait for silence to continue working on my R.E.S.A. (Resident Educator Summative Assessment).  The door was cracked a bit, and I could hear our principal out in the hallway wishing kids good luck on the social studies test.  I had no obligation to go out in that hallway, and for a moment I sat there deciding whether I, too should greet the kids.

I stood up and exited the office.  I didn't go out into the hall because my principal was there, and I wanted to make a good impression on him.  "Playing the game" is not something I actively engage in when I do not have to.  I went out into the hallway because I like greeting the students, and I wanted to give them my well-wishes and perhaps a little of my energy as they plowed through the last of the O.G.T.s (Ohio Graduation Test).  

As a natural cheerleader (and a coffee drinker), it is easy for me to feign excitement about things that aren't so terrific. My high school's football team rarely won a game, yet it always was effortless for me to put on a smile and encourage the crowd to cheer for the losing team. Standing in the hallway watching students drag themselves to their assigned classrooms, I used the same skill. Warm words of encouragement flowed from my mouth as I smiled with bright eyes when students passed by.  

Some students, those who don't have me, gave weak nods, perhaps because this weird lady was so hyper about tests in the morning. My students met my eyes and engaged in small conversation before heading to their final task of the week. 

With the last of the students trickling to their tests, I headed back to the office to take my own standardized test.  Of course there was dread in the back of my mind. The tedium of answering the same questions over and over is a game that I am forced to play. However, I disregarded my lack of desire and sat down to begin working.  

Is it fun or entertaining to do work that someone else deems important? Not at all. But sucking it up and doing it is a part of adult life.  Students have to learn this at some point, and perhaps an advantage of all these tests is that students will recognize that not everything in life is enjoyable, yet we still must perk up and plod on. 

Below is the song/cheer that I said to my students over the past several weeks.  I'm sure that it didn't make my students earn higher scores on their tests.  Instead, I hope that it motivated my students to keep a cheerful outlook on a rather bleak requirement of their lives.

Gonna pass the O.G.T.s

Gonna pass the O.G.T.s

Gonna pass the O.G.T.s

And then we'll say "Whopee!"

Whopee!!

Slice of Life - Day 14

If I were on the beach right now, the umbrella would shade my pale skin, and the heat would waft lovingly over the curves of my body.

If I were on the beach right now, the waves would crash upon the sand, and my love would dive and flip in the brilliant blue ocean.

If I were on the beach right now, the gulls would call as they soared in the sky, and the wind would shake the palms as the beachgrass bowed in greeting.

If I were on the beach right now, the horizon would remain, and the boats would line up only to disappear.

If I were on the beach right now, I would be.

Slice of Life - Day 13

Today I had my first ever eye exam.  I know it is probably my lack of familiarity, but I think I'd rather go to the OBGYN than the eye doctor.  

The doctor was friendly and chatted to make me feel comfortable, but all the "tests" to see how I see were quite nerve-racking. I felt like I would fail every question. I know that my eye sight has decreased minutely as I have aged, so identifying the smallest letters that I could see really freaked me out.  As she continued to bombard me, I wondered How can I ace this test? I wanted my eyes to be perfect! But no test-taking strategies or studying would help me do better on the eye exam.  Eew! What an awful feeling to know that nothing I could actively do would help me have better eye sight.  And even worse, as I get older, my ability to perform on the test will definitely decrease.  

After the mental stress of the question and answer portion of the test came the physical. First, electric yellow drops that made my eyelids feel like weights, then drops to dilate my pupils.  The amicable doctor continued to make conversation with me as she flashed bright lights and searched my eyeballs for abnormalities. 

"You have a very interesting nerve," she said. 

Oh god! What if she is using interesting like I use interesting when a student says something that makes no sense?!

"Really?" 

"Yes. It is very elongated. I'll show you a picture of it." 

Ummm... "Okay."

She showed me my eyeball pictures and my elongated optic nerve in my right eye. She also pointed out my maculas and their lack of white spots, which would indicate macular degeneration.  

The exam was over, and I was glad for it. No bad news, just the discomfort and nausea of overly dilated eyes.

As I drove away from the office, my sunglasses on and my visor down, I relished in my ability to see distances clearly while still waiting for my vision of close objects to clear.  I thought about the peace of mind that the visit brought to me.  Macular degeneration runs in my family, so I know I need to regularly visit the eye doctor from now on to make sure my eyes are healthy. Still, it was good to be done with that experience.

As I stopped for a traffic light, I blew my nose, and though my vision was still blurry, I noticed Mt. Dew colored snot in my tissue! I hadn't realized that part of the exam would be take-home.

Slice of Life - Day 12

One of my favorite feelings in the world is laughing so hard that I cry. I love it when something that someone says or does tickles my humor in such a way that I cannot control my laughter. My eyes tear up, my stomach tightens as if I were doing crunches, and if I really get going, my nostrils even flex and pulse!  

This kind of laugh certainly doesn't occur all the time.  In my life I have only experienced it with a couple of people.  I'm happy to say that my husband is one of those people. Another one is my mother. Even before I hit adulthood, we had wonderful moments of laughter.  The following describes an incident that my mother and I experienced while shopping at a large home decoration store that is no longer in existence. This incident brought us so much amusement that we were doubled over in the aisle of the store.

As my mom and I walked around the store looking at the pillows and lamps, we talked about whether Grandma would like the shower curtain we picked out for the bathroom in our new house. It was unlikely that she would like it because it was a shower curtain, and she preferred doors.  Also, it had brown in it, and Grandma didn't care for the color brown. But it also had a variety of blues that matched the "Tiffany Blue" paint in the kitchen, and since her bathroom was off of the kitchen, it would nicely complement the color.  

We had already gotten what we had come for -- a curved shower rod, a decorative shower curtain, a mildew-resistant shower curtain, some throw pillows for the couch, and handles for the kitchen cabinets.  I didn't need lamps, but the store had such a selection that we were perusing the aisles before we headed to the register.

As I looked up to see the overhead lighting options, I left the cart and gazed around.  Mother also walked briefly about to see the current trends. There were so many options! Fancy chandeliers, enormous silver monstrosities, lights with ceiling fans, floor lamps, desk lamps. It was really quite impressive.

Ending our star-gazing, we decided to head to the register.  The store was the size of a department store, and we were in the center of it.  At first, we were a bit turned around as to where the registrrs were, but I had been there previously, so I soon realized what direction we should go.  Mother protested a bit, thinking that we needed to go a different direction, but I was certain, so I grabbed the cart and headed the correct way.

We got to the register and were next in line when we looked down at our purchases and noticed that instead of shower curtains and pillows, the cart was full of lightbulbs and empty boxes. In my haste to prove how right I was, I had grabbed a cart that a store clerk was using to replace bulbs and had left our cart somewhere in the middle of the store!

The entire walk back to our cart was full of silent, tear-enducing laughter. My mom kept mimicking me  -- my eyes narrowed, my nose in the air as I proudly marched with the cart up to the register. 

We laughed through the purchase of our items and even in our car as we got on the highway. It was a wonderful laugh that we will certainly never forget, and I can only hope to have many more of the same.