As part of a project, I have a turn with this table and chair. They are minuscule and it was hard to come up with something creative! After several attempts that turned into a big, fat FAIL, I saw the old dictionary on the bookshelf. This dictionary was my mother's when she was in high school and I've had them since I was in the 4th grade.
A dictionary represents who I am as I love to read and I'm an educator.
Now, the table and chairs will be on their merry little way to Rebecca in Virginia.
Thanks to Machel Spence for letting me be a part of this project! It was fun!
We headed over to Atlanta from Athens so that we could see the youngest son's girlfriend at her university. It was a great trip down memory lane as her university is near where I used to live 20 years ago.
I do not, I repeat, do NOT miss the traffic in Atlanta.
While in Athens, GA, we spent the day shopping in junk shops. We found a fantastic TV table for cheap ~ then, the paint cost more than we spent on the table. We painted the table and it is perfect for the oldest girl's room.
Also, while in one junk shop, we found a video that was something about the "Psycho Social Ramifications of Dealing with Genital Herpes." My step-daughter had to have it so that she could play a joke on her roommates. It was the best fifty cents we spent over the weekend.
A happy family is a gift. We drove to Athens for the weekend to visit my husband's girls. I'm a lucky girl to have step-daughters who are so nice and accepting. We spent the evening hanging out together downtown.
I'd like to tell you a story about a girl. She was 12 years old when she found out her father had cancer. She remembered the whispering and the looks of pity she received from well-meaning people. Many times, she wanted to yell at them to stop whispering and staring. She believed with all her heart her father would get well again. Her father believed, too.
But he didn't. Just four months after finding out about the cancer, her father died.
The girl couldn't cry. It wasn't because she wasn't sad; she just couldn't believe it was real. Father's weren't suppose to die while girls were still growing up.
As time passed, the girl began to mark time from the landmark of her father's death. At times when she least expected it, like during a basketball game or when washing her hair, emotions would bubble to the surface and the tears would fall.
The girl grew older. At times, she tired of being the girl whose father died. At other times, she liked remembering how it was when he was still alive. Sometimes she'd dream that she could talk to him.
The girl never quit missing her father. In fact, she learned to see him in the unexpected things. A star that twinkled. A lone insect making music. A flower hidden in the undergrowth.
Over time, the girl grew up.
One day, the grown up girl was talking with her friends about lessons learned from their parents. It was then that she realized she had learned the best lesson of them all, "Never take things for granted", for she understood that everything could change in a moment. It was the greatest lesson of them all and she learned to life live to its fullest and to love with no reservations.
Her father had left the girl that gift.
Gus, I know this to be true because thirty years ago, I was that girl.
Since that day in May when I first heard about your mother and the cancer, I've had you in my thoughts. I am so sorry the world has lost your sweet mother. Learn to look for her in the little things and she'll be there. In time, you'll hurt a little less but understand that the loss will never fully go away.
And remember, despite the hurt and the loss, live life to its fullest and love with no reservations. Your mother would want that for you.
The grocery store experience was much cheaper today now that there are no starving teenagers lounging about the house.
My youngest son called me earlier today. He will be spending the next 6 days on an organic farm where he'll meet other freshmen while working with the vegetables. The irony is that when he was in elementary school he only, willingly, ate one vegetable. Pickles. Though I'm not sure the vinegar content really allows for them to be classified as vegetables.
We dropped my youngest son off at the airport and I tried so hard not to cry - but when I saw the tears in my husband's eyes, the floodgates were opened. Several people smiled at us as we walked out of the airport wiping away our tears.
Instead of going back to an empty house, my husband took me to the coolest little Bed and Breakfast in St. Augustine. We walked around downtown and began the beginning of our empty nest adventures.
I only called the boy twice. And texted three times.
I swear, Lifetime might want to make a movie about the stuff that is going on with a student at my school right now. And I want Meg Ryan (the Meg Ryan before all the plastic surgery) to play the part of me.
If I could tell, I would. Then again, it is so wild, you probably wouldn't believe it.
Sitting in the sticky afternoon heat watching the sun sink a little lower in the sky reminds me to breathe. Deep breaths.
I wish I could convince myself that she'll be okay.
Was at an awful conference yesterday put on by a department in our state education program. One of the speakers was telling us about all the upcoming changes but she was wearing a rainbow shawl with peace signs all over it. It was hilarious and hard to take her seriously.
When I got home, Mili was the most excited one to see me. I missed that silly, poopy thing.
The muggy heat is draining and I can't seem to stay outside for any considerable length of time. And I like being outside.
I had to keep wiping the moisture from my lens. I do; however, like how the condensation makes it look faded around the edges of this picture.
This afternoon, the bees were all over the basil blooms. We have several basil plants and we let one bloom for the bees. Supposedly, the blooms make the leaves have a bitter taste. It might be true (and maybe it is just me) but I can't taste the difference between a bloomed basil leaf and an unbloomed basil leaf.
When I was a teenager, I remember my mother saying, "I love you but I don't like you right now."
I can't say that about my boys. My youngest son and his girlfriend went to dinner with us. They are fun. They like to laugh and play. And they actually seem to enjoy hanging out with the parental units.
At school, I love to spend time with the children during lunch time. I often pretend that my feelings are hurt because they didn't bring me a lunch. Today, a first grader brought me a sandwich. He'd made it himself.
It was the best ham and cheese sandwich I've ever had!
Today was Open House for the students and parents. I loved every minute of it! I am so excited about school starting back tomorrow. Right now, my feet hurt.
Also, we celebrated one of my best friends 40th birthday! She rocks! And she looks no older than a 30 year old (if that!). It was a perfect ending to a fantastic day ~ plus, I needed a good excuse to eat a peanut butter burger (don't judge unless you've had one!).
Today, I let someone get under my skin. To help shake it off, I came home (late) and then dug around in the yard. Since I couldn't find my spade, I used a spoon from the silver drawer. That helped make me happy again.
Before my husband and I were married, he would park in the middle of the two-car garage leaving no room for my car. After many moments of exasperation, my husband finally marked the two sides of the garage with His and Hers. Most of the time, this seems to help him remember where to park.
Today, we sold my youngest son's car since he won't be taking it with him for college. The sun hadn't even set before he asked to borrow my car. I wonder if he'll be able to handle parking in such a feminine place when he comes home.