It seems like Easter took forever to come. I have just six weeks left of the school year. I can feel it. I am tired of driving down the highway every week day and I am very tired of grading student work. I wish we could go outside and run around every day for the remainder of the school year. I have waves of zero creativity and I'm very thankful that they don't last long. Tomorrow we have testing in the morning and I'll think of something jazzy to add to the afternoon. I hope.
Something I want to do: write and write and write in my journal. After I grade five more projects, I am going to write like a crazy scribbler.
Easter dinner was colorful and tasty. The dishes are whirring in the dishwasher and the sink is shiny white.
Easter dresses adorned pretty little girls.
With all my talk of what to wear (dumb, I know) I wore jeans and a turquoise tee shirt with grease spots I choose to ignore. I guess I'm tired of dressing up, too. Well, dressing up is a big stretch because my wardrobe borders on resort wear. Some teachers look fancy but not me.
But I have something really fun to show you tomorrow or the next day.
I can't wait!
Because I long for summer when I can stay home, I keep thinking about The Wind in the Willows. I will get my homey bearings and reacquaint myself with a mop. I don't know why I love Ratty's house, Mole's house, and Badger's house so much. But I do.
I was watching Angelina Ballerina with Birdie today and Angelina's grandpa had the coolest outfit on. He had a bright blue jacket, a red shirt and a yellow tie. I watched "The King's Speech" and I adored the tweedy clothes. I would be too hot in wool, but I do like it. Beatrix Potter wore a lot of wool, too. I'm conflicted: wool or resort wear? The truth is, I don't care about clothes that much anymore. Don't worry. I shall keep wearing them.
I care about the words of those I love. I care about individuals. I hate parties. Have I ever told you that? I really loathe parties and big groups. I like one-on-one tea parties and informal sitting around on cushy sofas.
Maybe it is because I did some heavy duty cooking today, but sometimes (brace yourself) I think "dinner" is over rated.
Bed is not over rated though. Five more papers, a half an hour of mad scribbling in my journal and off to bed.
Guess what? It's a brand new week!
Search around for some very inspiring words of love. I know where you can find them. Mine is big and black with golden edged pages. Inside: lots of colors and notes and DEPTH.
Unlike this silly post.
Thanks for reading, nice person.
Oh, and guess what? I lost my diamond. I have had it for 33 years and yesterday I looked down and it was gone. I have no idea when it fell out of my ring. Bill said, "A diamond is just a thing." He's right. I've never been big on gems. I am a little sad that it's gone though.
(BIG HUG and three pats on the back because YOU are a good soul)
