It’s been about two years since I was sent home and told to wait for further instruction. About two years since I was told to convert my classes to an on-line modality for the foreseeable future. It was a lot of work to learn a new system and figure out a new way of teaching on the fly, but like nearly everyone else in the world we did our best and figured it out. We acquired new skills, and for better or worse we fell into new habits. And after about two years I am finally back in front of the classroom, and it feels good to be “home”.
That first year of this pandemic was brutal. Long hours of trial by fire where I was often burned (and burned out), but eventually I started to get the hang of. It didn’t take too long to realize that being on-line meant that I can teach from anywhere. So, I decided to take this new found freedom to explore my surroundings with a sense of adventure. I was granted an opportunity to take up some new hobbies, and tack on some experience to the things I was already interested in.
I’m not the type of person who likes to shoot photos, or pause an organic moment in order to capture it on film (Of course most photos are no longer captured on film, but I have trouble writing ‘the cloud’ or ‘mini SD card’. They just don’t have the same ring as ‘film’). But, with all the wonderful experiences I’ve had the opportunity to enjoy over the last year, I forced myself to pause for a few pics, as I didn’t have the heart to be a moment grubber.
Moment Grubber [moh-muhnt-gruhb-er]: A person who is aggressively engaged in or preoccupied with making or saving moments only for their self.
Haters will say they’re fake, but from climbing to SCUBA, to skydiving, to kayaking, back to climbing, mostly climbing, to mountain biking, to relaxing, to snowboarding, to climbing, these are my experiences from the last fifteen months (please feel free to scroll through).
Okay, maybe these aren’t my experiences, maybe they are, who’s to say?
I am. They are not mine.
Maybe I didn’t get out much over the last two years, but who cares, at least I became an expert at other things. Like, did you know my mail person usually delivers the mail between 4:00 and 4:20? Did you know that the garbage truck comes at around 10 on Wednesday, and the recycle truck doesn’t show up until around 3:25? I also learned important skills like how to seamlessly edit photos, and how to crack my knee by twisting my leg. Really important and useful stuff. I also lost my favorite green lens sunglasses (if anyone from Smith Optics is reading, have your people get a hold of my people).
I caught Gary (the weird guy from across the street) using his leaf blower on other neighbors houses while they were at work to take glances into their windows (I’m not sure the price for a clean yard is worth the cost of a peeping Gary). And I found out that you don’t want to pick up the mail at 5:00 because the cranky old guy who lives next to Gary gets his mail at that time. That interaction is a horribly awkward exchange at best. Really the best time to grab the mail is on Sunday, or if you are expecting something, I find it best to go after dark. Just be careful for Donna, I am not able to put my finger on it, but there is something about Donna.
Maybe I didn’t SCUBA, or snowboard, or sculpt my physique, or climb as much as I’d like, but I did learn a LOT about what times to pick up the mail, and there is something to be said for that!