A normal week at work, days basically speeding by, and here we are at Friday. If you have a job that is extremely stressful, wherein you are over your head, I suppose you could term this day "Fried Day." Completely fried, needing to chill. Thankfully my day ended watching the twins from the first grade walk up the hill around the corner from the school with their dad.
Twin girls. Wearing rain slickers with multiple pastel hearts. The "aahhh" which flowed down my heart tranquil-ized my tiredness from the classroom duties. How unusually blessed I was to play "build a snowman" (my adaptation of "hangman") with these girls during a rainy lunch period inside. How honored I was to be able to rave about their neatly written spelling tests and creative renditions of artwork, to have bolstered their opinion of self... Now there they were, going home to their weekend, and I to mine.
The plans were to drive north to the great state of Connecticut. I was to meet up with my big sister and there spend some time at the annual Apple Festival in her town. Finally, "something" to do on the weekend. Well, not so fast... think I will need to eat my words having told at least two co-workers my destination. The wind will be whipping far too much, and the ground much too muddy, and well, the Lord is not willing. He was willing that I hear about it, plan it and anticipate it, but that's as close as I'll get to the field day of choice for me.
I do thank Him, and will blog again next week, Lord willing.
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