I have been absent from my blog for some time. Life has been hectic, with the school year rapidly coming to an end and Dylan playing T-ball games two or three times a week. I spent all day yesterday in Mesquite watching him play. T-ball has been a mixed blessing. I think Dylan likes to play, but I am sometimes appalled at the adult behavior I see exhibited at games. What ever happened to good sportsmanship and trying your best. It seems that these days coaches are only interested in winning at any cost, including berating the kids, yelling at them, yelling at the umps, starting arguments with the opposing team coaches.
I can't believe that Dylan's first year of school will be over in four days. He will be a big first grader next year.The end of the school year is always hectic in the library, tracking down lost and overdue books, collecting payments for damaged ones. I am down to four students which is a good place to be as we start the last week of classes. Now I just have to finish packing up my stuff to keep it safe and relatively dust-free over the summer.Our first year at La Villita Elementary was a memorable one, making new friends, breaking in a brand new building, building memories for ourselves and the children we serve.
Summer is almost here. For the first time in almost ten years I will not be working summer school. I am looking forward to spending time at home, cleaning my house, reading up a storm, playing with Dylan, going on some short "field trips," and generally just having fun. And perhaps, maybe I won't be so neglectful of my blog!!!
2 comments:
Your summer plans sound perfect to me!!
I cannot believe how much your grandson has grown. The time is speeding up, I know it is. Someone is just playing a cruel joke on us!
Reading your story about your dying grandmother, was so descriptive, I could picture the whole room and world that you lived.
I remember Peter Rabbit, because I played the Mother in the gradeschool play.. Our teacher had purchased little blackberry pies for us to use as props.. Before the play before the audience, our parents, relatives, and friends, we had always "make believed". So you can imagine Mother rabbit and her 4 babies or was it 3 eating real pie, and having to be prompted from the stage sides , to go on with the show...and quit eating..lol
Loved this blog, and the others too, hope to see more stories...you are a great story teller yourself...wowowow
aleeta
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