The days in the first month of the new year are now in double-digits, and I feel it’s going to be another fast year. I’ve certainly had no time to be bored and wonder what to do next. On Wednesday I got back to Columbia to see my first graders. One of the boys saw me in the cafeteria at lunch and called out, “I’ve missed you, Mrs. Zody.” Me too. I’ve missed the kids and my school routine.
It rained this week. Rain we badly need. It rained so hard on Tuesday that I spent most of the day emptying a bucket that I kept under the downspout on the patio. The downspout has been dismantled due to age and disrepair. Terry has been in talks with the metal fabricator who originally put the patio roof on our house 36 years ago when we moved in. The man told me, when I worked with him back then, that the roof would last a lifetime. I guess 36 years is a lifetime.
The actual patio roof is still in good shape, it’s just the edges that need to be replaced and the pieces are no longer made in the size of the patio roof. It’s a very large patio. The fabricator came early Wednesday morning to take measurements and will be back on Friday to install the edges. I hope this will solve the downpour problem and I won’t be dumping a bucket every 5 to 7 minutes when the next rain storm comes.
On Thursday Terry and I will meet our new doctor. This was not by choice, but our long-time doctor has quit. I don’t know all of the story. She told me she is taking time to regroup. In the meantime, we are getting a new physician, one that our old doctor recommended. That makes me feel better, but I’m afraid she isn’t going to be as wonderful as Dr. Jones whom I’ve know since the late 1980s when she first arrived in Fresno.
We still don’t have a resolution for the school district and teacher strike threat. The situation was sent to mediation and the report is back but no one has said what the final recommendation was. I am hopeful the district and the teachers can come to a settlement. For the kids. I will keep going to read stories until I hear otherwise. If the strike is called, I won’t be crossing the picket line.