Wednesday, January 5, 2011


The storm is passing, and the seas are leveling considerably.
The sun, that elusive minx, flashed us a little bit here and there.
There is less water seeping in between the cracks and
working its way to my lungs.
The mutineers are losing steam, and the not-so-familiar
of pencils can be heard for hours any given day.
The deck is getting a daily swab
And the laundry is as caught up as it will ever be.
Because really.
Some things never change.


  1. Amen.

    This is plus good.

    Scritch away :)

  2. Love the sound of pencils working. LOVE. It was difficult to convince the 6th graders not to use pens. "But, it's erasable, see?" No matter, Mrs. W. prefers pencil. Never told 'em why.

  3. yep. our pencils are scritching here too. i'm denying the fact i still feel as though i should be in vacation mode.

  4. You gotta get you some new kiddos are busy studying and sniffing sniffing and studying....lovely smelly things they are!! Ps..They can only use them for school.hehehehe

  5. Scritching. What a lovely word . . .


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