I loved the comments on yesterday's post. Here I thought I was the villain in that story, and yet many of you see the teacher as the villain. Huh. Not at all the reaction I expected.
I went down to the library yesterday as I'm bookless. Only one book on my list was available (I'd love to get a few book recommendations btw) and it's by one of my favorite authors. Anne Lamott. She can write about the messiness of life and make it beautiful. And funny. By page three, I was crying laughing. (a bit having to do with poo of course) I had to put the book down though because this needs to last me the week, and I would have just read the whole thing through yesterday. This one is her newest called "Grace (eventually)".
The trees are yellowing around here. Some are even redding. The wind kicked up yesterday and leaves were flying through the sky, riding the currents and waves and eddies. For me, this is a bittersweet time. I adore the changing seasons, but dread the frigid icebox of winter. I'm working on embracing instead of dreading, but hey, I'm only human.