Ups
1. Band director wants to attend the free Spanish class I teach at my church! (He’s going to try to make it next week.) I was pleased that he was interested, but I don’t want to make that a bigger deal than it is.
2. The Middle School football team is undefeated. I went to their game last night and it was so sweet to see the boys’ faces light up when they saw me there. I told them I would come!
3. I have a big block of free time in the afternoon today through Thursday because of SAT testing.
4. I’ve finally gotten the ball rolling in applying to grad school. More details on that as they develop . . .
Downs
1. This crazy woman rear-ended me last week. I didn’t care too much about being rear-ended—my car is still drivable and she’s at fault so her insurance should patch up the scrape. But what bothered me is that she tried to intimidate me and tell me that I didn’t have on my turn signal, which I did. But even if I did not, she should have been a car length behind me, which she obviously was not, and SHE hit ME. You at fault, girl. You gonna have to pay. Siddown.
2. One of my precious 5-year-old little babies at church was hit in the face with a golf club while playing with a neighbor kid. It broke his jaw in two places—in one place it was so bad the bone went through and was poking him in the gum. They’re going to have to wire his jaw shut for a few weeks. His parents are really torn up about it. So am I. I love that little boy. He’s so small and innocent. I hated to see him lying there with his face all swollen and stitched up. I told him that when he comes home, I was going to come over and read to him and play games with him, and that I love him so much. It was heart wrenching to see him attempt to say “I love you” in response.
4 comments:
YOU SPITTIN' THAT GAME I SEE.
Go on girl witcha bad self!
Yikes! I hope the little fella heals up all nice and neat. It's always good to see the 'ups' column is more full than the 'downs.'
No . . . no spitting of game from my end. Not for real. Band director is a nice, good googa mooglingly fine, seemingly Christian guy. But he's trying to hold it down and keep it real with his job. He ain't studying me for real. Being the band director is a lot of work, I imagine.
Secondly, after he was recently featured in my city's local newspaper, I found that he is 23. I know that's just one year younger, but it makes me feel old and makes me think of him as ultra young. He lost a few points there. Crazy, I know.
And Jessy, the little fella is doing fine, thank God! :-)
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