One more week... let's goooo!




Warm, damp start to the day. I don't mind, really, not at the moment. The garden looks pretty, and I have new plants to put in probably tomorrow, but maybe later today. I am ready to take a day slowly.

Getting seniors across the finish line was not too bad this year, and awards went well yesterday-- the rubber ducks I gave out for "having their ducks in a row" went well, too-- it was fun and lighthearted, and the recipients all liked their ducks. 

We went out to dinner last night; tried to go to IFB, but they had a private party that booked the entire barn area where the music was to be (not nice for the rest of the patrons), and it was too darn hot to fuss with sitting upstairs (no fan, no a/c, no open windows). So, we regrouped and went to the Freehouse, which turned out well. The salmon I had was lovely. 

Home before 7-- we are old?-- but then I got to watch most of the college softball final game (fell asleep, missed the ending). Like I said, old? 

Yeah, but mostly tired. Thus, I'm slowing myself down a bit today. I have three main things I want to accomplish: clean the downstairs bathroom (deep clean), get groceries, and fold laundry. Everything else can wait until tomorrow or next week sometime. 

When people spout off about teachers getting a paid summer off, I want to scream. First of all, we are ten-month employees. The paycheck is by choice; we choose to take less all school year, and take the reserved part over the summer. Believe me, it's a godsend, but it's not a paid summer without work. I already worked it. And we have worked, to be sure. But then, you, my loyal readers, already know this, so I'm just grumbling a little. 

That said, I've got one more week. Students until noon on Thursday, then teacher wrap up on Friday (which, by then, I'll be collecting dust-- I don't have a lot to do, really). With only two students in tow, I have a ton of flex time to get things accomplished this coming week. 

Then, I'll have a little more time to get to these stupid house chores. Today, I'm doing the minimum (except that bathroom--that's on my nerves). 

C

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