Thanks, Dad

Yesterday was the end to a long day and a long week. It began when my alarm went off 15 minutes earlier because I had an early meeting. I had a substitute cover my class for the morning and returning to pick up the pieces isn’t ever fun.

Finally I had a moment to sit down at my laptop. I opened Chrome and clicked the tab all the way to the left-past the Google docs, the calendar, and my work email. Why not take a peek at my personal email? I saw a comment left on today’s slice, but it was from a new reader and I had to approve it.

I let out a tiny gasp. It was from my dad. My parents have diligently read my blog during the Slice of Life Challenge for the last 3 years and for some reason my dad decided to leave his first comment.

It made my day!


Snow Day Date

A few weeks ago my husband and I both stayed home because of the snow. It was a busy day for me filled with graduate school work and report cards. My husband, on the other hand, relaxed. When I have a lot of work to do I like to take frequent breaks. Occasionally I would pop into the other room to bother him and he would equally wander into our office to distract me.

Around 3:30, I looked out the window and saw that the plow still hadn’t come down our street. It was still perfect skiing weather! I told my husband I was going to take a ski and began to prepare. I changed into warm leggings, pulled on my extra thick socks, and tied my hair back to fit under my hat. I turned on my current audiobook and popped my ear buds in.

As I was tying my second boot, my husband appeared in the doorway. His lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear a thing.

“What did you say?” I said pulling out one of the headphones.

“I said, I’ll come with you.” He replied.

“Really?” I asked, completely shocked.

“Sure! Why not?”

Now this was a surprise! We got him used cross country skis, poles, and boots at a ski swap this fall although he hadn’t used them yet. It was the sweetest gesture for him to choose this day to be his first time skiing.

It didn’t matter that the wind was blowing so hard that it stung our cheeks or that we just went around the block. It was a perfect little date in the middle of our snow day.

Bento Box, My Love

A bento box for Christmas,

Now my lunch is fun

Crackers, cheese, and watermelon

A home for every one


1 large compartment

and 3 small

it houses all my flavors

with its plastic wall


Oh dear bento

I love you so,

Is it time for lunch yet?

Good! Let’s go!

bento box

The Attack of the Toilet

We were just starting our math lesson when L came into the classroom crying. I immediately rushed over to her and asked what happened. I was able to piece together her story in between her sobs. Apparently when she was using the restroom her hair bow fell into the toilet. It was the special bow that her great grandmother hand-made that she had been wearing since kindergarten. She said she tried to grab it, but it got flushed.

“Ok everyone, work on 38 + 42 please!” I exclaimed to the class.

L and I raced towards the restroom across the hall. Unfortunately it was being used. We waited outside for a few seconds, but then we heard a FLUSHHHHHH.

“Uh oh…” I said.

A girl came out and stared at us, wide eyed, as I propped the door open and L went inside. No bow.

We walked back across the hall and into our classroom to see our class diligently working on the addition problem.

“Is L ok?” someone asked.

“It’s so hard when you lose something that is really special to you,” another student replied.

“I hope you feel better, L,” said another.

I felt so sad for L’s unfortunate loss, but I also felt so proud at the empathy our class showed toward a teammate.

“I hate automatic flushers” L said later.

We all laughed and I knew everything would be ok.

House Projects

Over the weekend we made yet another trip to our Home Depot to get a few new light switches. We were heading toward the check out when my husband took a sharp left turn into the light section.

“Hey, why are you going down there?” I asked.

“Oh, I was thinking of adding a recessed light. You know, above the corner of the counter?”

“Oh. You mean making a whole in the ceiling?” I asked.

“Yeah. Don’t you trust me?” He smiled.

15 minutes later, and after learning a lot about recessed lights, we made our way to the check out and headed home.

The next afternoon a sense of dread came over me as I pulled into the driveway. He had the whole day off to work on house projects. I pictured our kitchen. Oh man! There’s got to be a giant hole in the ceiling with wires coming down. I bet there is white dust everywhere. I bet he’s not even in the kitchen anymore and is on his computer in the other room. Ugh what a mess! 

I parked in the garage and slowly got out of my car.

Ok, don’t panic. Be supportive.

As I walked up the steps, a delicious savory smell filled my nose. I slowly turned the door knob and peeked inside.

The kitchen was immaculate and lentil soup was simmering on the stove. I looked up at the ceiling and sure enough, there was our new recessed light, perfectly installed.

My husband gets the gold star!

Is Going to the Movies a Mistake?

Sometimes going to the movies is a mistake. It’s not the movie that’s the problem. It’s me.

A local movie theater just got renovated and now it is incredibly comfortable and convenient. We don’t have to go through any traffic lights to get there and you take all right turns! There are new recliner chairs and you can choose your exact seats when you pre-order tickets. It’s a dream!

The problem begins when I arrive and inevitably get popcorn. It is always much too big. Ha I’ll never eat all of that I think to myself.

We get to our seats and get comfortable and start to munch on our salty snack. It’s like my husband and I are in a race to see who can shovel more popcorn into our mouths. The previews haven’t even started yet! By the opening credits of the movie I tell myself that I’m ready for a break. I put the bag on my husband’s lap and move to the other side of my seat.

Not 5 minutes goes by before my hand finds its way into the bag. Only 1 handful I tell myself. But when I finish that handful, my hand automatically fills back up. If I eat slowly this will be my last handful I think.


About 1 hour into the movie my belly starts to hurt and I put the bag on the floor but it’s too late. I spoiled my dinner and I feel sick. I knew going to the movies was a bad idea.


Just 1 More Mile

I spent the last 24 hours visiting my sister in Cambridge. It is the best hanging out with her because we don’t need a set plan. At about 2:00 we set off, walking towards downtown.

As we crossed the Mass Ave Bridge, I asked, “Where should we go?”

“Let’s go to Lulu on Newberry St. I want to get some new earrings.”

“Sure!” I said.

When we arrived, a sign told us that Lulu had a new location. So we continued our walk toward Downtown Crossing. We made a few stops along the way and made it to Lulu. Earring shopping made us hungry, so we walked some more and stopped in a restaurant for dinner.

“Well we have to end our night at Toscanini’s” I said.

“DEFINITELY, and it’s only 1.5 miles from here. You’re ok with walking, right?”

“Umm it’s cold, but ok.” I said.

This additional 1.5 miles made us tired. We started to get distracted by what was inside the street-level windows. One restaurant had a refrigerator with a glass window! A perfect advertisement.

restarant fridge

Then we saw an apartment building that made some interesting decisions about the art in the lobby.

lobby pic

“Is this what I think it is?” I giggled.

“No! It’s a tree!” my sister laughed.

Finally we made it to our ice cream. 1 scoop of salted caramel and 1 scoop of cookies and cream did the trick… until my sister said it was just 1 more mile back to her apartment.

We finally made it and I plopped down head first on her bed.  Later I looked on Map My Run and It turns out we walked 7.7 miles. We definitely deserved that ice cream and a good night’s sleep!