August 27, 2013

Yesterday was the first day of school.
Yesterday Boy Blue started first grade.
Yesterday Red started fourth grade.
This is his fourth school in two years.

We are off to a good start.

From door to door the walk to school takes about ten minutes. It is pleasant and easy and we don’t cross any major streets. We enjoy walking to school. (So far.) We are good at leaving early enough that we aren’t late. (So far.)

We met the teachers last week and had good impressions. Blue’s teacher is a beloved teacher who taught several of our friends. Red’s teacher is fairly new, but was amiable, enthusiastic, engaging, and positive. For the remainder of the day after the first meet Red enthused over the quality and selection of her classroom library. He made her an origami Princess Leia before the first day of school. (The fact that this young teacher is also attractive is not lost on neither Paul not myself.)

The night before the first day of school I was calm, peaceful, and excited. I am normally a bucket of nerves before school starts. This is going to be a good year.


The Telepathic Blog

August 27, 2013

I keep a telepathic record of my thoughts each night. They are witty, they are thoughtful, they use beautiful imagery and entire phrases rise and fall with an easy lilt.

My telepathic journal holds a true account of my heart. I replay the posts in my mind, certain that their beauty and honesty will stay with me until the morning when I can write them down. Unfortunately the next days’ tasks are too loud, they crowd out any hope of a morning memory.

But even my telepathic blog has days of drought. Last night recorded only scraping schmutz off the back of bathroom tiles to prep them for reapplication, hopefully an improvement. Naturally I forgot to take “before” pictures.