In answer to yesterday's question, the late bird gets scolded. I had an uncomfortable conversation, which ended up with me saying to take me off the list. There are just too many provisoes needed for me to go. I hate being so wound up in my job right now, but I am. And, I'm lucky/blessed to have one. And, it's good to have a friend miffed that I can't come; well, far better than her being indifferent.
Today I went to Greensboro to the Southern Baptist Church my mom grew up in. Afterwards, we went to the cemetary where my grandparents are buried. Then, we ate a delicious meal my aunt prepared. It was a solemn and wacky time. My family is always a bit wacky. We listened to the Carolina Panthers game on the way home.
I'm up past my bedtime, which means nothing good for me come 5:30am tomorrow. I like sleep. I'm not the average sleep-deprived American. I respect sleep and am scared of the person I am without it.
I planned lessons after getting home from Greensboro. I'm teaching adjectives, Tale of Despereaux, portraiture and the Arabian Peninsula next week. I'm also teaching 7th graders. I'm trying to be excited. It's jeans week. There's a Halloween dance on Friday (2 hours--we'll have a shortened schedule). I have a four-day week the following two weeks. We're off election day and Veteran's day.
Life is good even if it seems somewhat perfunctory and mundane. Yay, for my tweed skirt.
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