I listened to the Dixie Chicks this morning while I took a long walk, and I knew I wanted to sing one of their songs. Enjoy.
You don't need to experience darkness to appreciate light, he said as he stood at the pulpit.
Then I sat there and visualized what he meant.
my ball lamp from IKEA
Allowing light leads to more light.
That's the key. That's it.
Let it come in in bright beams, warm glows, heat.
A whole week of 8-3 with just me and my thoughts. My little kiddos left last week, but I was under contract until today. Lots of paper work, licensing business, and reading through IEP files. It seems weird to be missing my students and already planning for the new ones. But I remember feeling the same way at this time last year, and things turned out just fine.
Now I am looking forward to the first Summer in three years without classes or work.
Give me a road trip with the family.
Give me three days in Chicago.
Give me lunch with an old high school friend.
Give me snuggle time with my new little nephew.
Give me seafood and warm beaches and late games with my siblings.
I am such a girl, saddened by little things that I believe guys shrug off.
I had someone unfollow me on twitter. Not one of those random people you follow because of an interesting post, but someone who used to be a close friend. She also used to read my blog and we would offer reciprocal comments back and forth. Nope, also very little communication on FB.
Don't think twice about it, says Geo. Don't play along with that game.
I was busy enough the past few days to put it behind me. But today I had a fleeting thought about it and sent a little note. Sorry, G, but sometimes we girls need to sort out these things called relationships. At least this girl does.
No response from her. I don't really expect one.
And then the sad me asks, Does this dress make me look fat?
So, here's how it goes every Monday.
I work all day and then I usually have a faculty meeting until 3:25. At this point I pull up to my house, a mile away, and honk. #4 runs out with his cello and we drive up to north Provo for his lesson. All the way there I am drifting, so I keep a running conversation going with my boy, in order to check in like a good mom AND to stay awake like a live one.
We pull up to Megan's place and #4 stows away his iPod and says, "See you in a half hour", 'cause he knows I am powering back my seat to refuel for the ride home.
Here are some shots from inside my quiet time.
|Deb and Annie|
|My butternut squash ravioli|
|Acai seed bracelets I brought for my blog friends|
Missing: A photo of my soul sistah DeNae