If it hadn’t been for the picture her teachers at the AMS (American Montessori Society) convention, I would have woken Maggie up “after her alarm failed to go off”, that’s how bad my memory is( she mentioned at least three times she would be having a four-day weekend this week).
Despite the chaos (perhaps because of it?), I leave juvenile hall with such a sense of fulfillment. They fill my bucket.
After such a rainy, wet winter, I am still dressing the part. I was not expecting 75° weather today and I’m really grateful for the patchouli oil I keep in my backpack. #hippiesunite
Hearing stories, which are actually not stories, rather personal experiences, I tend to forget that for the most part, a majority of the population isn’t subjected to such realities. I don’t believe I could ever work in a different field.
After a total of 10 clients in a 10 hour work day, I headed home where I was happy to see one of my children was asleep in the garage, waiting to greet me. I went inside, started cooking, and communicated with the owner of the house and the realtor, who would like to see the house Monday to get it ready for showing. I have packed one small sculpture thus far. It’s going to be a busy few weeks.
Picture: My oldest child, born in Germany in 1976
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