miracle on parent rd.

My mother told me to use the same video from last year.  I just could not live with myself by re-publishing last year's tree.

Here's to another Christmas tree going up the day after Thanksgiving.  

sunday in the park.

occupy.

fairview lake.

 Love at the lips was touch

As sweet as I could bear;

And once that seemed too much;

 I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,

The flow of- was it musk

From hidden grapevine springs

Down hill at dusk?

 I had the swirl and ache

From sprays of honeysuckle

That when they're gathered shake

Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those

Seemed strong when I was young;

The petal of the rose

It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt

That is not dashed with pain

And weariness and fault;

 I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark

Of almost too much love,

The sweet of bitter bark

And burning clove.

 When stiff and sore and scarred

I take away my hand

From leaning on it hard

In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:

 I long for weight and strength

To feel the earth as rough

To all my length.
-r.f.-

parent teacher conference karaoke.

we plan lessons.  we grade tests, quizzes and papers.  we call parents.  we give detention.  we go on field trips.  we do hall duty.  we talk all day.  we think about other jobs we could have.  we get dehydrated.  we babysit.  we take attendance.  we pray for snowdays. we wonder why kids can't multiply and laugh at the things they say.  we teach. 

some say we are role models.  

but on the friday after parent teacher conferences....we are stars.