I've been slacking

here for a couple of weeks. Lots of 'stuff' happened. We had Spring Break, and I did a lot of cleaning. We almost moved. Steve put down a deposit on an apartment that we thought was a little cheaper and a little nicer just across the street. But then we were told our building was sold, and the new owner said she didn't want us to move and she would keep the rent lower for us. Then a lot of back and forth happened, and in the end, we decided to stay here.

They had the boys cooking some pizza pockets mostly from scratch in the Life Skills class the other day, and I made brownies with one of the kids. It all worked out well, but I had my head in my hands when a kid was looking through the kitchen drawers for a brush and kept holding up other things like a big fork and a spatula, despite me describing what it should look like. It was very hard for me to not go over and get it for him, but I resisted so he could have the success of finding it for himself, which didn't happen, the other teacher ended up assisting him, but that's okay. A similar thing happened when they were looking for oven mitts/pot holders, despite the drawers and cupboards all being clearly labeled. I think parents should do that in their houses as they teach their children to read. I also think that parents should teach their children to read by reading with them every day. But that doesn't happen.

We went for a bike ride today and got to see a wild blue heron and some other little birdies when we took a shortcut through the woods.

I had a chiropractor appointment awhile back and she said after the assessment that she would do a plan for treatment, but then they called me and said they don't take the insurance I have from school. That was a bummer because I was really liking the doctor even though it's further away then I'd choose. I could still go there, but I would just have to pay for it. I am still thinking about it. I got some lotion from the cannabis shop (which is awesome that one can do that now) for my back and leg pain. I hope it helps. I really want to stop taking the pills they prescribed me from Kaiser (when they gave me the steroid back injection) that I have been taking for months, so I went to ask the doctor if I could stop and she said No, no, no, you must cut back slowly, and then if you find yourself in bad pain then you can go back up. I said Okay, I will do that. And I came home and broke all the pills in half and am trying to keep to the schedule she wrote for me. I already messed up though, but I will be okay.

So tomorrow we are going to return the keys to the apartment that we never used. The manager was going to keep all the money Steve gave him, but now he says he will return some of it. That's good. We have been negligent with our Garage Sale Warehouse store space and need to go do some organizing there and bring down more stuff to sell. I found myself feeling sad when we went there last time and I saw that all of the pretty little fine china teacups and saucers that we had put out were gone. I liked seeing them and having them there. I liked the idea that if they didn't sell I could have an excuse to keep them myself. It was weird. I also think about the big crock with the red wing and the 5 on it that Bob and Mary gave to me that I sold, and I feel a little nostalgic. I wish i kept it, but it was a good item to sell at the vintage store. I get way too attached to things. Way too attached... Peace.