Beauty in the day: some of you may be unaware that today is a full moon. I am not unaware of this. I am very aware of this. I mean, I work in a school, so….
But, if there were any lingering doubts in my mind as to the accuracy of the moon phase app on my phone (there aren’t any), there are 4 children on my street who have decided to engage in a game of “Howl For as Long as You Can And Keep On Doing It”. For the record, they are pretty darn good at it.
Beauty in the day: Boing-Boing Curls came into the clinic at her daily “scheduled” time. Her complaint was identical to the previous 7 or 8 afternoons, and I made my best attempt to get to the root of it all.
“What are you doing in class right now, Sweetie?”
“Well, I’m sure you’re doing SOMETHING. What are the kids all doing in class?”
“Nothing. We are sitting on the floor, and doing nothing.”
“Hmmm. So, I don’t think it’s NOTHING that you are doing. You must be doing SOMETHING. What are you guys doing when you’re sitting in the floor?”
“Watching the future pass by.”
Well – I asked. 😉
Beauty in the day: still having car troubles, and this heat is not my “thing”. Still, yesterday I spent some hours on a boat with my my daughter and my bestie and her family. It was a nice (and fun) way to escape the heat for awhile. Now, sitting in my backyard, I can hear “little” voices next door. They are happy ones, curiously unconcerned by the high temps. They don’t even have a sprinkler on. They are just chatting away, and much of their contentment seems to come from the fact that their conversation is NOT between one another, but with mommy and daddy. 😊
Beauty in the day: Turnip came to see me today. He actually found a few reasons to come by, but I never spoke to him on those occasions. He finally came in later in the day and sauntered up to the counter by my desk. “So, did you have a nice weekend?”
I told him that I did.
“Do you have any plans?”
Hmmmm…. “Do you mean for the evening?”
“Well, I will go home and make some dinner.”
“No, I mean -”
“You mean after school gets out for the summer?”
“Yes. What will you do for the summer?”
“Well, I might work at Summer School. Are you going to Summer School? I think I will work at Lake Hills.”
“Lake Hills? I will tell my mom.” He started out the door and then turned and came back. “Ms. Nordstrom, right?”
“YEP! I’m gonna check!” And then he was off.