|Happy Birthday to me! There's my wonderful kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Maas.|
The few days following, I felt a bit off. I chalked it up to the flurry of activity we'd been experiencing but by Tuesday, the real problem was evident: a double ear infection. I'll spare the details of my eardrums going from mildly bothersome to painfully throbbing and suffice it to say, I found myself with in the urgent care clinic with my mother.
I asked how long it was going to take and the receptionist got an apologetic look on her face. "An hour or more." I nodded and proceeded to bawl my way back to my chair. I kept thinking I might as well just jab my eardrum with my mom's knitting needle--at least then the pressure would be relieved and I could go home and sleep away the torturous pain.
Half an hour later, they rolled one of the patients out that was taking longer than usual, keeping the rest of us waiting. I'd know her laugh anywhere: Mrs. Maas, my fabulous kindergarten teacher.
|Not many teachers bring ponies, chickens, sheep, and rabbits for their classes to enjoy, but Mrs. Maas did!|
We chatted briefly and exchanged quick family histories, reviewing things like how many children and grandchildren we had and what we had been doing the past few years since we last saw one another.
|One of our annual family outings to the Maas farm where at least once a year, my craving for horses was satiated.|