Evaluation

What do you evaluate? I thought of this word and then my mind raced. (It often does that) Then my thought. IS THERE ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT WE DO NOT EVALUATE? This started with a work observation that is written in an evaluation and then discussed. When the observed gets his/her evaluation does he/she agree with the evaluator? Wait! The chef that puts a recipe together, prepares it, presents it, does the intended of the chef's masterpiece evaluate said dish in the same way as the chef? What do we evaluate? We evaluate songs, movies, books, scripture, clothes, weather, people, family, employers, employees, jewelry, hair, anything and everything that someone else has. Need I say more? We ultimately evaluate everything! Ah, but do we evaluate ourselves? And in doing so, do we like what our observation has concluded. Will the evaluation bring us up, or let us down, or make us rise up and conclude that intervention of some type is needed. If you were to evaluate yourself what would you see? And would you like it? Hmm, Evaluation...

Charles

At school today during breakfast duty a young man, a 4th grader, came to check on his sister. He was so sweet and caring to her. I commented on how wonderful a big brother he was. I told him that when she gets older she will always remember how he cared for her. I don't know why but I spoke of my brother that passed years ago. I miss him terribly every day. The boy walked off and ate his breakfast with his friend. I felt foolish as I was brought to tears by what had happened and my remembrance of my brother. A little while later the boy came back, made sure his sister was taking care of her trash and getting her set for her day. I told the boy while putting out my hand, "Hi, my name is Mrs. Dreher", he took my hand and said "Hi, my name is Charles", the hairs on my arms stood straight and I had chills. I explained to Charles that he had my brothers name. We wished each other a good day and off he went. Of course more tears came, but also a warmth. I know my new friend and I will always keep in touch, I don't know how I know this, I just do. Thank you Charles, my new friend, and thank you Charles, my brother. I do miss you.

90 Year Old Lady

Do your best to help others. That is what we are taught. A 90 year old lady was lost today. We found her at our High School. She had dementia and no idea of where she lived. She was able to remember some names and through a process of great computer skills from our vice principal at the High School and the police we found her family. I went with her to the police station and kept her company as we waited for the daughter. This poor lady was so scared, not of being in the station but of what her daughter and son-in-law were going to do to her. I talked with her about everything from lasagna to Sicily where she was from. We got her food, juice and water. She was doing well until the daughter got there. I will not go into what I witnessed but I will say I totally understand why this lady was scared. I pray that she is okay. The policeman said they will be checking in on things. Remember the rule, respect others.

Hunting for Hairbrushes

HAIRBRUSHES! - Having two daughters I have bought many of them. In the past 8 months I probably purchased at least 10. They keep disappearing. This morning my husband stayed home from work. He looked at me amazed when I ran out of the bathroom screaming as the newest hairbrush was missing. I ran up the stairs, looked everywhere, (I didn't even see other missing brushes), I ran down the stairs, checked the living room, he is looking at me like he was watching a crazed animal. I looked in the kitchen, ah, there it was, and it still had the tag on it. (left by me figuring no one would take the brush with a tag) Well at least the tag helped to keep it home. Someday I know cars and rooms will be cleaned, then and only then the hairbrushes will most likely reappear. Until then the tags stay on.

Toliet Paper

Why is it that if the roll is empty someone will enter the cabniet and either leave the new roll on the floor/vanity or put in on the roller the wrong way?

The Mixer Is On!

Do you ever sit and just have thoughts rolling around in your head? Well that's me. When I told the doctor that I hear voices she looked at me and said, "Voices? What do they say?" I told her. "Did I shut the oven off? Who do I need to take where? What time is the meeting? I need to do this, I need to do that, I need to..." Well Doc laughed and said, "Dawn, those are rambling thoughts not voices." She told me to never say I hear voices as someone may think I am crazy. I said, "And". So here I am sharing thoughts. Ah, the mixer. Many years ago when Steve and I were dating I went to the family Thanksgiving. Well I asked if I could help. Sure - his sister handed me the mixer. I looked at it. I tried it. I wallpapered the kitchen with potatoes.
Happy Thanksgiving!