I know by the time we made up all the snow days last week, walked through the grief and funeral for the wee folk's Grandad and figured out that Auntie G-Lou is going to get better, I was spent.
While I always, always, have a list at least a mile long to do, I mostly managed to give a workout to my beautiful new honey comb throw, lovingly crocheted for me by Ceece.
It held up marvelously and I foresee many more shared experiences in our future. Thank you Ceece, I love it.
A friend from school called and invited me to go with her and her daughter to mass at the Dome in Ferdinand. If you've never visited there, I would encourage you to go. It is so warm and beautiful. I am not Catholic, but I can certainly appreciate the hospitality and beauty.
It seems every time I meet a new Sister. This time I met a Sister and after learning where we were from, she asked me if my name was Kimberly. "Hmm, " I wondered how she would know my name. It turns out I taught her great niece. The sweet niece graduated last spring and sent me a very kind and uplifting note about how I had influenced her. I have to say, I really appreciated hearing that. Sometimes you work hard and you wonder.
On the way home, I had the pleasure of introducing my friend and former student to Hemlock Cliffs. They loved it as much as I do. Well, maybe.
Just a few of the earliest flowers were peeking out.
It will be a wild and wooly last nine weeks, but I certainly feel more ready to face it than I did last week.
And we're off!