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~One of my passwords has become irrelevant. I wonder if I should change it or keep it for memory's sake. Memory's sake is an interesting sake. Good sometimes; for remembering lessons learned. Bad sometimes; for re-emoting through events that lost their value days and days ago. I'll consider a new password.
~Relief is getting the tomato plants in before June 1st with cages to boot.
~Teaching the last day of school to 9th graders on their way to high school is like sending loved ones off on a boat you know is going to sink. You can load it with life jackets, but some just aren’t going to make it.
~I like it when google designs the letters to celebrate a holiday or a birthday. I wonder if there is an entire team of computer wiz's who make their living designing those letters. I wonder how much money they make, and if it’s worth it - designing the same six letters over and over. It's probably like teaching. The subject stays the same, but the creativity lies in the new human beings that present themselves each time around. I wonder if they make more money than me. I bet I could google it.
~I have a graduate. I have a child who will graduate from high school tomorrow. I hope he feels more wise at 38 than I do. 18 and graduated from high school means now you are in charge of your own demise and your parents don't have to work so hard at ruining you. I'm in a static state of cliche the last few weeks. I wonder if it will end soon or if it will continue through to the first grandchild.
I watched some 10-year-olds run home from school today and thought about how a few months ago I would have pined for days when either I was running home from school, or when I had a house full of kids running home from school. But in my old-age, I realize that being a part of that moment is nothing more than seeing it, remembering it, understanding it and enjoying it - which I can do anytime. I can as a 10-year-old, a mother of one, the neighbor of one, the grandma or great grandma of one. We all live in the same days with each other.
~I got to play the piano for Douglas and Jessie while they sang in class this last week. It was a quintessential moment for me. It was one of those slow motion, drink it all in, savor the moment, smell every last bloomin' rose, glance around steadily soaking it in, memorize the feel of the piano keys - moments. Who I am and what I love is terribly evident in my children; for good or bad, usually both at the same time. There they were; singing their guts out. My children are the prize.
~Corinne is taller than me. She’s her daddy's child. Maybe that's why I like her so much.
~David is absent. He is absent after school for hours. He is being raised by the neighborhood on trampolines with oreos and bike rides and sticks and rocks and trees and staring at the creek. I miss him, and love the neighborhood for keeping him out to play for so long.
~Congratulations to Douglas and all who move on.
May the days behind illuminate with understanding for what had to be
and what plain old was.
May the days ahead be just right, and may you see them as such, always.
~This post has two semicolons in it. I have no idea if they are used correctly or much more about the rest of my punctuation. I graduated from high school a long time ago.