I thought the sun was hiding: long past the moments she’d begun to make her appearance, the horizon sat, empty – devoid of light. This pleased me to no end, yet eventually, obviously, 
the light filtered in my window. Another whiz-bang coffee morning, the type that has me mimicking the manic side of bipolar disorder. Shit, no wonder folks don’t want to take their medication; if my “coffee window” didn’t close after about an hour and a half, I’d drink the stuff all day long for this euphoric feeling.
One of the highlights of today was receiving a message from Evan early this morning – he sent a video from the Bear Fest – the Mother Hips practicing Wicked Tree…oh, how my heart soared hearing the instruments…then Greg looked into the camera…and the tune has been in my head ever since (which is good since this morning I saw a meme of Trump, Putin and Kim Jong Un to Golden Girls theme, so that was what was playing until “Wicked Tree”….’thank you for bein’ a friend….’).
At the school site today, I met a cool little kid who isn’t a client – just hanging out in the office, which (according to him) he frequents often. He is an immigrant from Russia, with some of the most eloquent and descriptive language I have heard from anyone, much less his age (10). Mother is Russian, father is Italian. What a delightful child! He is sure he will see me again next week, so he and I shall continue our “chat” and honestly I’m looking forward to it.
After a long day at the site, I raced downhill to catch Maggie’s Tuesday volleyball. Another tough loss, but the girls are learning and improving with each game. Home to slowly prepare for Maggie’s early morning surprise tomorrow. I can’t wait.
Something very unfortunate has happened to an incredible young woman – a newly-married twenty year old who attended CMP and has been coaching many of the athletics teams the last couple of years. I learned that she is in ICU in a medically-induced coma, though I won’t go into detail as it’s not my story to tell. I saw her Thursday after Maggie’s volleyball game – out there on the field coaching the flag football team – bright and alive as anything. This is how quickly life changes. I’ve experienced it myself long ago and it is occurrences like these which cause me to stare a second longer at my kids as they leave the car, walking to class. We never know. Treasure your loved ones, squeeze them a little harder tonight, kiss their cheek, and whisper how much you love them.
Pictures: My 12 year old’s final day of school; Serve!
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