Going dark
Friday, June 26th, 2009If I go internet-free for the next week and relax by the lake, what will happen?
If I go internet-free for the next week and relax by the lake, what will happen?
I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay.
Old news, but I’m still bitter about the superintendent in Maine who humiliated a proud graduate. http://bit.ly/6tq1q
It matters not how strait the gate/How charged with punishments the scroll/I am the master of my fate/I am the captain of my soul/Thanks Dad
This is about the time I start singing JT’s “Summer’s Here” ad nauseam. http://x.imeem.com/O7IzsQIQuP
I thought I’d try a themed 12 of 12 again for a change. I probably could have done better, but I succeeded in getting 12 anyway. The word of the day is window.

I like the play of light and lines on this shot out the sliding glass door.

I followed P to drop her car off for repairs this morning.

On bus duty (again! quelle coïncidence!), from beneath the school secretary’s breast cancer awareness umbrella, I took this shot of my principal reading the email response I’d just sent him from my BlackBerry.

My two good friends in guidance were evidently getting a kick out of me with my pink umbrella.

It’s final exam week (summer here I come!). I stepped outside of my French III class and grabbed this shot through the transom.

Bear’s-eye view of students headed home after finals.

Between exams and a meeting, I ran out to Subway to grab a sandwich. Happily, the skies had cleared.

When I got home, M was waiting for me, perfectly placed for the promised “after” picture to follow last month’s “before”. We love our new walkway and wall.

This was a special day for me, as I got to do my first solo babysitting of my almost-three-year-old step-granddaughter and 7-month-old step-grandson. (I was somewhat terrified, as I’ve gone 45 years without changing a diaper. The record still holds.)

M was excited to use her new sidewalk chalk, and I took advantage of the moment to incorporate my theme.

I had a good pic of M and the dog looking out the window as P arrived home to relieve me, but it was unflattering so I’m not including it. As I drifted off to sleep hours later, I remembered that I’d forgotten all about the 12 of 12, and asked P to grab my camera and take this final pic for me. (Thank you for humoring me, darling.)
Chaperoning the senior trip. Now at the dance portion, confused by the indiscriminate animalistic phenomenon known as “grinding”.