First of all, it is time to put my school shoes back on and enter the hallowed halls of learning. Yep, tomorrow morning I'll be with all the other teachers, sitting and listening to pep talks, going to lunch, moving books and complaining about school computers. Last night, when I was tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep, I realized that I just need to figure out a good way to love the teachers. I already love the kids because ... well ... they're kids. Sometimes I let my disappointment in the work environment get the best of me. But part of the problem is I just want to stay home and do my own thing. I know I'll have a miraculous change of attitude in a matter of hours . . .
My new refrigerator was a bust today. They came and they pulled it out of the truck and . . . sadness. It was the wrong one. So now I wait for another week and a half for the right one. Grrrrr. Good thing the old clunker we have now still works. As I was cleaning, getting ready for it to come, I found this plate that Jeff made in preschool. I hung it above the sink.
Sorry for the randomness of this post - but can you believe this bug that was in the bathtub this morning? Isn't she pretty? A katydid, I think.
I had to take a few shots of my flowers before I'm gone all day at school. The roses are in their glory!
I bought this when I was at the gift shop/post office to mail SuKnitWitty her wand prize. I thought about putting it in the package, but I kept it for my little birdie. Sorry, Sue! Birdie was so cute when she saw it . . . cautious and a little frightened. She soon began talking to it. "Hello, little birdie!" And then she pulled it off its perch and I had to use Gorilla Glue to repair.
Everyone else has seen the hawk in the backyard, but I kept missing it. He came by tonight to say, "Have fun at school, Mrs. M!"
The rain is POURING down tonight. We had some mighty claps of thunder and now Bill and Jeff are sitting out in front admiring the big drops hitting the pavement. I'm going to iron my clothes, arrange a few things, and write a long prayer for my school year, my relationships there, and thank God for one of the best summers I've ever had. Thank you for reading, my dears. Could you do me a little favor? Could you comment and tell me one thing you remember about eighth grade? Everyone seems to remember something about this pivotal year and I think reading your memories will inspire me. xopp