So Fitting for this Friday

     My facebook status earlier this week read, "Scatter.  Brained."  It's still that time of year, the end of the school year when two words collide, in this case '10-'11 and '11-'12.  Assessments, planning, field trips, sectioning, packing, grading, copying, oh yes, and still teaching too! I think my next update should be "More. Scatter. Brained." 

     So thank you to Mrs.4444 for letting me be who I need to be today.  Thankful, exhausted, and fragmented.  Not in that order...

~~I have two pimples on my chin.  I'm 50. Should this even be happening any more?
~~My good friend who is nearly 20 years younger has two in the same spots.  We are zit sisters, separated at birth...
~~Made us laugh, but she's a tired teacher too, so there you go.
~~The other day, I was walking past the computer lab where the first graders were working, and there was an image of Bear on the screen, and I started to cry.  This is a special bear from a series of books my son, turning 25 in August, liked as a child.  And the very last book my mom read to him the day she died was...

~~I've been dreaming about my mom a lot, missing her a lot lately.  Almost 20 years.  I can't believe I have lived this long without my mom.
~~For quite a long time, I've wanted a double shepherd's hook in my garden. So I got two hanging baskets ready and went to buy my hook.  Brad stuck it deep in the ground in seven places--no small feat in our little patch of yard, and it kept bending.  Eventually it bent completely, as in lying in the grass, over.  So these are my sitting baskets sans hook, for now...(the white is bird poop on the gerbera daisies, nice natural touch--literally, eh?)

~~Looking forward to the weekend, especially Monday when my "Fiber" girls get together...
~~She's not one of my fiber girls, still she makes some amazing things.  Check out Cecily's blog and enter to win a gorgeous quilt, check out her envirofriendly sandwich wraps or some of the other fun and lovely things she creates.

~~Like much of our nation, we were stormed on over the past couple of days.  Wednesday night was bad.  So bad I couldn't sleep for a couple of hours.  On the way to school yesterday, the same route I've taken most days for four years, a stop sign was missing.  It was disorienting.  I thought of people hit by the stronger storms, how disoriented they must be by the lack of trees, signs, cleared roads, second stories, roofs...and I prayed a harder for them.
~~May those of us who have remained safe through this tumult called spring thank God for our simple worries.