Had a vigorous Saturday. Made up for a slothful Friday. Now
I’m rarin’ to go again. The moon is out, shrouded with strands of fog.
Beautiful and ethereal. It’s palm Sunday and that means our tiny processional
in honor of Jesus entering with praise before the Holy Week story. No other
agenda. Maybe the yard will get more attention. Dog walks going to happen and
maybe a shopping trip. A few groceries would help as I want to make a big soup.
Sunday morning bath
Orchid water therapy
Care gives me beauty
Sorting through memories looking for proud moments and I
found a big one. It was buying this house. I went from my parents’ house to my
husband’s house. Later, I had children to take care of, another husband’s
house. Then at 41 years of age, in 1976. the kids were grown, I was out of the
marriage, and I did something on my own and for myself. I felt free when I
signed the deed as a single woman. Over the years I have made the decisions
about the property and made changes. It is still a symbol of pride that I am a
homeowner.
In 1964, age 29, in my cap and gown, I walked down the aisle
to receive my diploma from Humboldt state after 12 years of on campus classes,
summer school, extension classes, correspondence classes, teaching for four
years, raising three children. It was a proud moment. I always knew I would do
it and there it was.
After 25 years of teaching for the district, I was
acknowledged as teacher of the year. It was good to hear the statements from
former students that I had impacted their education and made them feel smart.
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