My classroom floor is sticky with gatorade and lemonade remnants. Every shorts-clad student in the hallway is rubbing allergy ridden eyes and teachers are showing up for the first bell later, and later, and later still brandishing Dunkin Donuts and a new pair of shades. It's here. Four more weeks to go.
This time of year my kids are talking about who they're going to prom with and what they'll be doing for graduation. It's a fresh smelling season full of new opportunities, growth and adventure. For everyone, it seems, but me.
Rich and I, over the last 3 months, have bid on 3 houses- each one falling through. We have held steadfastly to our jobs, only to grow increasingly more unsatisfied. We have tittered and cried and giggled and thrown things all the while wondering, What is the hold up? Where is our new door to walk through?
But -the birds are singing. I had tea with a great friend yesterday. Rich took a half day to watch the Championship League Finals- really a fabulous excuse to get together with a bunch of guys and drink beer. And my day ends at 2:45. Regardless of where we live and where we go to work everyday, we will continue to walk right through some doors. Even if it's only the creaky, wooden one to my classroom.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
New Doors
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Coming Back Home
Well, I just stopped here this morning and realized that it's been some time since my last visit. Much has happened, much is still being waited upon. But, due to my church's new awesome schedule (yeah for service at 4 p.m.!) and my husband's new fixation on playing soccer on Sunday mornings, I think it may be time to regroup. There are a few posts already in the works and much more to come....so grab a cup of coffee, your favorite teddy bear (I won't tell) and settle in. I've missed you and it feels good to come back home.
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