My principal came in to do my evaluation today. It's always a stress. You'd think after 31 years it wouldn't be, but they're always changing what they're looking for, and we have a new principal this year too. You're trying to hit a moving target, with 32 unpredictable 6th graders. You want it to look smooth and easy, but you also want to wow them in a way. It's usually a bit of an unnatural hour. I think it went well, but we haven't gone over her report yet.
That evening we had a family get-together across town. It was a time to check-in with the patient and visit with everyone that had come from Salt Lake. There were 18 of us there and of course you always find craziness with family. Both sides of our families are crazy, just in different ways. I'm glad we all get along though. Nobody ever fights and yells. We don't get together often enough to drive each other crazy. There are just crazy elements all over in our families.
This particular week I've noticed a big difference between Terry's family and mine. Food. Eating. In my family, we always plan out the food for every occasion and we eat everything and it's always great. Terry's family doesn't plan, makes no assignments, no decisions, and a bunch of them have special diet restrictions. When the relatives said they were coming to visit, the first thing I thought about was food, and I started cooking. Both nights they ended up eating a crazy combo of things at all different times, or in some cases not eating. There were chicken tacos (without lettuce and tomatoes which were left in the sack) and beef stew the first night. Then spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, and take-out Cafe Rio the next. We blessed the food and nobody started eating. Some were still ordering. People just ate whatever, whenever. Two hours later people were finishing their salads on the couch in the living room. Kind of crazy.
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