Tuesday July 28 2015
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Elementary School Nostalgia: Visiting Alanton Elementary School where I was a student from 1st grade through 5th grade. Ana and her mom are talking with the principal in the front office. I notice the principal has aged dramatically, like at least over 100 years old. I watch as she struggles to write important information down.
"I'll be with you in a minute," the principal's husband says to me.
"Oh no...I'm with them," I tell him.
Just outside in the hallway I pass by a familiar looking teacher, Ms. Luke.
I stop her, "Hey Miss Luke? Or is it Mrs. Luke?"
"Mrs. Luke. Yes," she answers with a skeptical face.
"You used to be my teacher in 2nd grade!"
"Oh okay," she says courteously.
"You were a good teacher," I add as she continues on her way.
Upon second thought I actually don't think I had her for a whole semester and it's possible my classmates and me didn't like her. But whatever.
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Waking up at 11:21 a.m.
Ana's mom and her brother are here again. Ana wanted to redeem herself from the last time they were here and the batter didn't rise correctly. And boy does she redeem herself. Delicious Blueberry Pancakes topped with Strawberries and Maple Syrup invade my taste buds with a tidal wave of breakfast goodness. Sipping on Oolong Tea.
Researching things on bettering myself as a piano teacher.
Cleaning up downstairs.
Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Olive Oil Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Adult basketball at the Rec. I'm slowly realizing my ball handling skills need more work, especially when the ball gets stolen from me multiple times. However, I do manage to get two or three shots in every game.
Back home. We have two French couch surfers staying here for one night, Jeremy and Katherine, one from Canada and the other from Paris. Between Ana and I we prepare a Pizza from scratch with a refreshing Salad of Spring Mix, Cucumbers, Carrots, and Grapes. Sharing our labor with the surfers.
I hop on the piano and squeeze out a few songs with Ana singing harmonies. The couch surfers wanted to hear some music. The guitar is given to me and so it keeps going.
Later on, in my room, sharing funny clips on YouTube. Then, getting into a discussion provoked by Ana's feelings of misalignment to each other. I'm exhausted from talking about problems that just aren't there, as I put it to her. But I know she has feelings to work through on a regular basis.
After she leaves for bed I sent her a message...
"Hey listen here...I seriously do love you and adore you. I know you can be difficult sometimes but I know also that I can be difficult. I'm not your average guy. Be patient with me and I promise I'll make you a happy woman."
Eventually, she sneaks back into my room to join me in my bed where it's cool.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Amy Judd.
Posted by James Robert Smith at 11:16 AM