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1.  I am at Gracious Bakery and Cafe and have just eaten a spectacular pretzel-croissant.  I got to go here mid-morning on a work day!

2.  I bought an extra one for Jim to eat so he’s not “starving” before we shop at Costco.  I am so organized!

3.  We are finally getting a membership at the new Costco – had to wait for our Sams membership to expire.

4.  I got to meditate for like 40 minutes at City Park during my favorite weather period:  about to rain.

5.  Clifton got the Peace Corps Award today for resolving conflicts in the classroom and Arthur got the Thomas Jefferson Author Award.  (Two notes – he accidentally jumped up when someone else got an Arthur Ashe award, plus I was hoping for John Quincy Adams.)

6.  Rain Garden.  Those two words flow through my mouth like creek water over smooth round stones.  I love them.  I may change my name when I go completely hippie.  Tomorrow.

7.  The absolutely lovely and sweaty end of school year bus stop party yesterday was what I imagined when I imagined having kids.  (Have to note this as there are so many things that I never imagined that happen – good and bad.)

 

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Weekends.   Sigh.

It’s Sunday night.

Let’s note a few bright moments to flush out the dread of starting all over again on Monday without the faintest whisper of ever catching up.  Things like:  Not only did I not clean up the writing on the wood floor (ssshhh), now there are misspelled last names and Frozen snowflakes on two new pieces of furniture.  Kids uniforms will be waiting in the dryer for early a.m. search and rescue missions.  Got through sorting a few boxes of old work stuff last week, but at the cost of all regular housework, exercise and volunteerism.

So shut up.  Here’s the thankful list from the weekend.

At his request, took a walk around the block with Clifton Saturday evening to see the moon. He was wearing Toy Story pjs.

Got a text from Angela asking if I remember a Heart concert where the guy who got the tickets licked us on the face.

Got to endure jokes about both my marriages – not too many friends around with that level of intimacy!

Arthur about to fall asleep thoughtfully listing all the foods starving Clifton could still eat at 7pm.

Krispy Kreme bread pudding. (me, not starving Clifton)

I stayed out until after 1am BOTH Friday and Saturday nights.  So now I have the first episode of “Orange is the New Black” Season 2 to watch finally.

 

Ooh. Gotta go!

 

 

Even tossing away old adult literacy files seems momentous.  Will I ever get over this vocation that led my life for so many years, that has me so conflicted when I dip a toe into it’s same old helplessness and hopelessness?

So glad not to be in those conversations and meetings anymore.

So sad that after all this work, it is still only the very small victories celebrated.

I know there were successes, coach, but here are some things to get off my literacy chest:

  • I regret never having time to develop the low level Driver’s License curriculum so they don’t have to have the test read to them and can drive themselves to work.
  • I regret that I never got to make the perfect speech about adult literacy – only sad missives that failed to capture the complex heart of the issue and failed to move people.
  • I regret that I didn’t work and research adult education in Canada – the topics from their research conferences are vastly more interesting than U.S. ones.
  • I regret the 2 negative feedback comments I got from the conference I did present in Canada.
  • I regret that my hair looks like shit in the BCM annual report from 2001.  They were supposed to be taking pictures of the adult education programs.  I kid you not, on the inside cover -me (pasty white) and Crystal (African American) leaning in towards each other in front of a US flag.
  • I regret that I never worked to realize the fun idea of a literacy float in Mardi Gras parades.

There are many more regrets from this past life, but I’ve wasted enough time.  These are the ones that just floated through my wrinkled brow on their way out to the place where all purposeless paperwork goes…

 

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Field trip to Whole Foods to prepare for Green Living Babystep #2. Pricing our top 5 family edibles out of the Dirty Dozen – aka: which vegetables do I have to talk Jim into buying organic