Retired Principal Tales

Taking One Day at a Time

Tag: life

  • A Blessing in Disguise

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    No internet, no TV…for three days. That is what I have been dealing with these past three days. Finally, I’m back online. Spectrum is not on my list of favorites at the moment. Surprisingly, there has been good and bad in that lack of communication. Last night was our Christmas dinner. One of the granddaughters…

  • A Rarity

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    My former administrative assistant and I have something rare in common. Her husband and my daughter have both had liver transplants. In March, my daughter will celebrate the second anniversary of her transplant. My administrative assistant’s husband had a transplant a few days ago. Both had the transplant at the same hospital in the big…

  • Pickleball

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    I learned to play pickleball a month ago. I really enjoyed it, although it seemed like I either were really “on” or “off” with serving the ball. There are so many odd rules in the game. The instructor said that three dads from Washington invented the game to entertain their kids. Supposedly, one of the…

  • The Snow is Coming

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    The snow is coming…maybe. How many times have I been excited about a snow day that fizzles out? There is nothing more magical than waiting for a snow day — wearing your pajamas inside out and backwards worked, sometimes. The feeling of waking up to green grass after the hype of all the warnings always…

  • Top Three Pet Peeves

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    Susan Congrove
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    I could think of a lot of pet peeves, but I guess I can single out three or four. One. Texts. I try to give my texts a friendly tone, for instance, using more than one word for the initial text. For example, I texted that I had landed at the airport. My son replied,…

  • I Will Always Wonder

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    Susan Congrove
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    My mother was from England. I have always wondered why she and my grandmother decided to make the voyage to live in the United States. She came to the US at the age of 17. She had graduated from Dormer-Wells School at that age. Upon arrival, she started to work at a bank in Boston.…

  • Who Knew?

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    Susan Congrove
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    Today, I woke up and willed myself to attend my first Pickleball lesson. It was a good thing the instructor was a good friend! I got dressed and put the tennis shoes on, worried that my bunions would hurt. I do not wear normal shoes most of the time unless you call flipflops a normal…

  • Those Teen Years

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    Susan Congrove
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    As my granddaughters enter the teen years, I pray for my daughter and daughter-in-law. I remember all too well how trying those times are. One minute, they are happy, and they love you so much. The next minute, you are the worst, and they are saying, “You hate me!” —and, worse, “I hate you!” Big…

  • Efficiency

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    Susan Congrove
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    I heard that the government might reopen soon. This just blows my mind. How can you just shut down the government? What if educators just decided to shut down schools because they did not agree with something? I know that school would be closed often because there are always reasons for disagreement. Why are the…

  • God Help Our Society

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    Susan Congrove
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    In all of my years on Earth, I feel that our society is at an all-time low. I worry about this world for my kids and grandchildren. I wish they could grow up in the sixties like I did. Times seemed so innocent on the country farm as a child, but I know the times…