Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Thanks to the help of several friends, my room finally made the transition from its former self to the new look... Computer Laptop labs in the back, tables and chairs rather than desks... Tomorrow the reason for school, the kids... they will come to sit in our rooms and participate in the celebration of education... (Some don't feel that way tonight... I have heard a bit of moaning and grumbling... )
Keep my students and your bloggy friend in your hearts and prayers for a good year ahead. I want to help them be ready for the future and be a loving person in their lives... Just that mix of firm and fun...
And we're off.... Hugs from Missouri...
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Summer has been smooth and gracious, and then, I have to admit it--- there's that indescribable tinge of happy excitement to head back to school.
If I can convince her, Mom and I might gather our energies to start setting out a bit of autumn decorations... put away some summer laces and plump up the quilts and russet pillows from those magical totes that say "Autumn" on the side... (My personal favorite totes of all!)
I am excited about my classes this year. Many new challenges, I'm thinking, but still a good year in the wings. I've made my personal pilgrimage to the back to school aisles, and I've been over to my classroom to begin preparations... Stay tuned for some pictures
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
So my son's girl had no idea what she was stepping into when she happily announced her birthday to be August 11... She couldn't know why both my mother and I nearly shouted at her, "AUGUST 11!!! That's your birthday?"
It's time to wrap a few gifts, set the table with my new daisy plates, and brush off the celebration mode in this family. We have cause to celebrate another day on earth, another chance to make a memory and to keep one... As I have grown older (notice I didn't say "grown up") I have come to learn each gift we receive IS a doorway or a window.. a portal to or from somewhere in time or a means to illuminate our dwellings.... And as I close my eyes and play back the snippets of memories, I see my large, overall-wearing grandfather standing in the front of our spare, simple, country Baptist church with his arms around his dear wife... August 11, a Sunday in memory... The church recited its birthday benediction, "Many happy returns of the day of thy birth, in sunshine and gladness be given. And may the dear father prepare you on earth.... for a beautiful birthday in Heaven." I see him give Ma's sunkissed arm a happy squeeze as he says, "It's a happy day when we're all together!"
And doors snap shut, windows open... then doors slide open again in mysterious ways. The calendar squares fill, along with our hearts. Thank you, Lord... for lives and life.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
For those who are night owls, the Homecoming is something of a treat. Although I don't participate in the night's activities while I'm living at Mom's, I remember those crisp, cool groupings under the stars, the zing of the electric lights on carnival rides, and the World-Famous Homecoming hamburgers, funnel cakes, and occasional corn dog... Townspeople began lining up their folding chairs on Monday, maybe even Sunday.. They often loop the legs through and through with locked ropes, not so much to prevent theft... but to ensure nobody moves the chairs from the opportune vantage...
Yep, I'll be participating in that one! haha..
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Well, by the comments my sweet friends in blogland left on my last post, I realized I was a BIT ambiguous in my last comments on the fate of Shady Peanut Lane. I rode high on your sweet affirmations of my "new" shop, but actually... it's a dream. The barn is simply adorable on the outside, and if I were more energetic, I'd run out there and take a panoramic shot of the innards.. It's just horrible. Boxes of my stuff, Mom's castoffs, my son's extra things, a couple of partial and complete vehicles... broken and wonderful tools of Daddy's.... his insulators.... a phone booth, but no superman....
Actually, my spirit is the problem! I crave to be Vianne.... of Chocolat fame.... I don't even care about the Johnny Depp part. I just love her vivacious spirit, her wisdom with her comments, the energy and elan of that little shop.... I want that. I want to come into something that's all dirty and unloved and turn it into a shop of magical, soothing elixirs.... or bits of "ephemera" that speak to the soul--- I want that.
Just a glimmer of a fastly fading dream! Last night the young man who has lived with us for years told me he'd love to build that shop from lumber he's reclaiming from some property he's clearing... I gave him a little kiss on the cheek because he brought it up out of the blue, and I thought it was a really appropriate time... Today I handed over the keys to the Bevier shop to a friend who'll make her new business there...
Energy? Find me now... Haha... Seriously, I have a plan of action... For all the 50 or so boxes of stuff I loaded up, I'm going to have my family bring in two or three each time they come over, and I'm going to ruthlessly sort and pitch and store in huge totes... Labeled totes... I am a packrat of the worst garden variety... and I'm kinda artsy, kinda handy... kinda lazy.... and kinda tired! But I know goodies when I see them, and I just hate to pitch goodies...
Today is a cloudy day, so "bring on the rain!" We need a little shower on our parched, thirsty crops... Have a terrific weekend.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Despite the heat yesterday many boxes and a couple pieces of furniture found their way from this shop..... to
this barn.... Only one more day or possibly afternoon to go...
Today dawned at nearly 100 degrees with the prediction of 114 heat index... Not today, I decided... maybe tomorrow!