My green monster is loaded with copies of the book (plus his other goodies) so that I can bring them to teachers as we celebrate greatness in 2025 (and the 40th years of National Writing Project work at Fairfield University).
I finally gave in and watered my lawn yesterday, as I know the ground was seeded for next year, but we've had no rain. I want the grass, especially the front lawn, to grow back (and it takes a tremendous beating in the summer with so much direct sun.
I also drove a gift over to Yellow's house, so she can spend this week with 30-second dance parties of her own. When I think of inspirational individuals I've known since arriving to Connecticut, she's at the top....from the Bridgeport Public Education Fund to the Daniel Trust work, to One Camera and a Neighborhood. Her love and pride of young people she works with has something contagious that I've loved watch. Now, I can expect dance parties, too.
It's also R&T season, so letters are piling up in all directions - each takes several hours to compose and that is after several hours of reviewing materials. Ah, another hidden labor that academics take on that most will never see.
I also grilled for the week. It all goes much smoother when there's items in the fridge to grab on the fly, as when there isn't, I tend to choose poorly.
Okay, Monday, you're back again. Was just singing about the 21st of September and look at you now...you're already the 22nd again.
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