“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.” - Winnie the Pooh
Over the past few days my entire brain has been consumed by Disney planning. What was once a pleasant filter for thoughts of mundane chores, such as "The boys need haircuts. I need to schedule that so their hair looks nice for Disney World." or "The Science Fair is next Wednesday, that's two days before we leave for Disney World." This filter has now grown and covered my brain, causing a Disney Fog that regular life has a hard time breaking though. I feel dazed and unfocused when I am doing anything other than trip planning. This is not good at work! Middle schoolers can eat you alive if they suspect you are off your game. Luckily for me I'm working with 6th graders this year and it's a little easier to fake your way though with them. If I had 8th graders again I'd never make it!
Yesterday on my break I needed to run to Starbucks to pick-up something for lunch. Remembering my lunch was one of those regular life things that had slipped my mind. I had remembered all of my Disney binders and notes so I could work on those, but not my lunch. Off I went to the parking lot. Starbucks is next door to my school but it's down a big hill and across a street and I only had 15 minutes. So out into the slight drizzle I went, my brain firmly occupied by all the things I still needed to do for Disney World.
As I headed down the slight embankment leading to the parking lot I spied in the path a small plastic bag. Now behind the Disney Fog my brain did register that a wet plastic bag would be slippery. However that information failed to reach my foot. I stepped onto the plastic bag.
Immediately my foot shot out from under me and I lurched off balance. Arms flailing I stumbled forward. For a brief moment I thought I had caught myself, but the momentum from hurrying downhill was to great. I careened into the side of a car and then sprawled onto the pavement.
I quickly popped up, hoping that no one was watching out the windows. There I stood in the parking lot at school doing a slow mental assessment to check if I was alright. My left knee was stinging in the telltale way that skin that has been scoured off by pavement does. As I looked over the damage to my body and clothing the Disney Fog once again sprang into action and my first thought was "I'm going to have a skinned knee for the water parks at Disney World."
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