There Ain't No Tired Like First Week of School Tired

This week, I began my 19th year of teaching.  After two years of chaos and unprofessionalism on the part of our "leader", the calm manner in which we started this school year has me cautiously optimistic over the 2018-19 school year.  I am still in 3rd grade, a high-stakes testing grade, which doesn't make me thrilled, but since I am better prepared with what to expect from the kids and myself adds some stability to my thoughts on that as well.
I am EXHAUSTED this weekend.  All I want to do is lay low today, but if I do, the piles of work that I brought home to work on will somehow multiply.  That's the thing about the beginning of the year.  In addition to the teaching part, there is more to create, do, write, think about, sort, color, prep, etc. than there are hours in the day.  I tell myself every year to not make those things "everything", to stop at the end of the school day and not worry about it, to not let it take up ALL my time.  But if it's not done, others will be let down - teammates, administrators, and most importantly the kids.  Things settle a bit as far as work load in a couple of months, but right now there doesn't seem to be an end to that tunnel.
I brought a teacher bag of work home with the plan of hammering it out last night, just to get it over with so Saturday and Sunday weren't about school. I only got through about half of the bag in between falling asleep twice.  While I write this, I'm having my coffee, trying to revive myself after a hard sleep.  I think I have a couple of hours left of school work to do...that is if I can stay awake.  Two days down...only 178 days to go!

The Coast

The main purpose of this summer's road trip was to spend some time along the Oregon Coast.  I'd heard nothing but good things about it so the bulk of our trip was spent traveling North to South on the 101 (aka Highway 101 if you aren't from California where we put "the" in front of the freeway/highway numbers - ha ha!).
We departed Portland, heading west to Warrenton where we met up with some friends.

 The view of the pond out in the back of their house.

 The Clatsop County Beach is a "driving beach".  A ten mile strip of this beach allows for passenger cars and trucks.

But we had to watch out for jellyfish.

This area is also where the Columbia River (right) and the Pacific Ocean (left) meet.  

 I was amazed to learn how important the Columbia is to the Northwest.  Not living near a river (well I live near two that never have any water) it was just fascinating to see and understand how much it is used

 Standing on the bank of the river, looking at Astoria.

 Huge cargo ships and tugboats go up an down the river hourly.  The river is only deep enough in this section right down the middle, so they can only come through one at a time and often have to have special drivers sent in just for the this stretch.

 We call seagulls ocean rats, but these two were quite photogenic.

The foxglove was in bloom everywhere...swoon.

 That evening, we crossed over the bridges to Astoria for the night.  Astoria was the setting in the 80's movie "The Goonies", and I ALWAYS thought the story took place along the ocean.  Astoria actually overlooks the Columbia River, NOT the ocean.

 The view from our room.

Some sites along the river/old railroad tracks.

I was a little bit starstruck over being in The Goonies' hometown so we researched some of the sites to find them, but mostly ran into this...

However the jailhouse (Oregon Film Museum) and the Courthouse were available for pictures.

Next stop - Seaside and Cannon Beach

Gas Tanks

This past weekend, I made a trip to Lowes in order to exchange my bbq's propane tank.  They have a cool program (like most big box hardware stores do) where you can exchange empty tanks for full tanks.  While I waited for the clerk to unlock the cage and exchange my tank, a man arrived to the front of the store to load up propane tanks into his truck.  He had purchased 3 empty ones of his own.  As I watched him drive away, I chuckled remembering a time my dad had done something similar.
My dad loved to grill on the bbq.  He cooked a lot of our family meals and many of them were made on the grill.  When my parents moved from California to Hawaii he bought a new grill for the backyard.  Shortly after, their local Costco had empty propane tanks on sale.  As an avid griller, he wanted a few on hand.  On a side note, this was a common theme with my dad.  Why have one extra when you can have 3 extra because you bought them inexpensively at Costco? Now the Costco in Kona happens to be on the way to the Kona airport from my parents' house, and during that sale I was was flying into Kona for a visit.  They decided to make a stop at Costco before coming to pick me up at the airport.  That was a logical plan in order to not make the trip two times, however it wasn't all that smart of plan.  You see, 9/11 had happened less than two years before and the airports, even the teeny island ones, were on high alert.  The Kona airport had police at their one and only entrance in order to check ALL cars that came into the airport.  My parents had driven their Jeep Cherokee that day to accommodate three propane gas tanks AND my luggage.  As you can imagine, the police were not thrilled to see those gas tanks.
My parents explained the tanks and after demonstrating they were empty, the police let my mom meet me at baggage and sent my dad and the car off into parking lot exile.  When I got off the plane and said my hellos to my mom, I asked where my dad was.  She explained their mistake and detainment as we walked across the airport to where my dad was waiting with his propane tanks.