BACK TO SCHOOL

When I was having brunch with John and Lady Cheryl on Sunday she said that she is disenchanted with her blog because she never has anything to write about and that I always have stuff happening to write about. I am about the most unhappening person that I know but it is true that almost everyday there is some little something that I can expound upon. The secret, I believe, is learning to expound. I Wish I could have done a better job of it when I was writing term papers in college. Again, "too soon old....."

Today I went to my neighborhood Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of items and the place was teeming with Moms and kids buying back to school supplies. I have always been a sucker at back to school time for crayons, spiral bound notebooks, pens, etc. Today was no exception. I came home with two boxes of 24 Crayola crayons--my favorites--and Crayola markers. I had already bought 2 of the plastic pencil boxes that they have every year at this time because I use them to organize household things and then stack them in larger plastic storage drawers. Lest you think me a neat freak I will tell you that I am not that at all. My Mom and I agreed sometime ago that we could never live together because we would drive each other crazy--she is super neat and my place has a super lived in appearance (or in other words, sloppy.) Now the school supplies may never be opened and used but I have them just in case and I feel very good about that. Crayola can stay in business another year.

I remember when I was a little kid and we used Goldenrod lined yellow tablets for school. They cost 5 cents each. At this time of year I always remember the thrill of opening a new one to the first page that had never had a large lead pencil pressed against it to indent all of the rest of the pages to come. Life was so simple then. I am so glad for those memories of simple times.

We are having a gentle rain this afternoon which I hope continues but it probably won't last long. Most of the summer tropical showers are short lived here and make the air all the more oppressive when they end. I never have finished my weedeating job from last Friday when I blew up the weedeater. Now that it has rained I won't get to finish it today because the grass will be too wet. What a relief to have a good excuse for not doing it today. Maybe I will open the crayons after all.