drinking

So today is the last day of school. No kids for the last 3 days - just staff development - but it has been awful. simply awful. I just want to run. I hate my profession, I hate my principal, I hate my job, I am just done . . . and pissed as hell. So I came home early - forgot my obligations

and drank.

I don't know how I feel about this. I have always poo-pooed people who drink casually at home. I always figured drinking=partying and kept it in that place. But I have changed. For better or worse or just different I don't know. But I am tired. I am fried, and I have an enormous amount of work ahead of me.

So I don't care.

right now.

Deficeit

I can't write.
Shocking I know.
But now I have to.
I got myself into this grad school class.
Where I must write
when I thought I got to build books
not write them.
And now I am in trouble.
And no form can hide the fact that,
I can't write.

Hosta Love

So I have developed a new way to deal with stress:

(Magic Fire)

(Montana)

(Beckoning)

(Ivory Coast)

(Stained Glass)

Now don't be fooled, cafine is still the ever present cure, but there is something very comforting about green plants. everywhere. no really - EVERYWHERE. So my obsessive traits are not lessening with age . . . or marriage, but there are worse things I could obsess about right?