Thinking Back to the Weekend, My Joy of Saucony Kicks and Movement, and Days Where Waves, Music, Blue Skies, and Friends Matter Most.

It's already hump day. Monday and Tuesday were 4 years of labor. I'm ready to climb back into bed and wave a white flag. It's a sad day when you do as much as you do, and others around you do as much as they do, but you still hear more needs to be done and "What's your problem?"

We need a collective Norma Rae moment. It's as Dewey wrote in the 1930s...the administrative class will always be counter to the progressive, because the progressive is on the ground working in reality and fighting for the rights of teachers, kids, and the demographics of American society. They don't jive (or play) well together, but the administrative class has the power. 

And so that is where we are.

The Weather Channel is calling for rain the next three days and I'm thinking I want to sit home and simply watch it. It's been so long and our lawns, earth, trees, and flowers could use a little moisture. Of course, after three days of it, I'll likely be a curmudgeon cursing the skies for all the wet. But we really do need it.

Today, I need to get on top of grants, service-learning/community engagement, and National Writing Project work. I can do this in my house, my office, or at a library. I simply need to find the most logical, quiet place to focus, think, and get the work done.

I also want to put more hiking miles on my Sauconys, even if Abu made fun of the clunkiness of the bottoms. Hey, I've seen Hokas. Pick on them. I need sneakers that give me support, cushion, and less pain in the joints. Give me a break for trying. 

September is an awkward transition period. Dark earlier, Autumn on the way, a semester already deep in the trenches, and those last grasps of sunlight and warm joy. I had it last weekend so I am thinking of my kicks. But now I need to think about the work needing to be done.