Warm Fuzzies Come on a Saturday Morning When I See that the Work of CWP is Paid Forward to Students in K-12 Schools

Max sent me these yesterday, as he used the publications for the last few years as his own model with student writers at his school. The students want more. They especially love some of the comical writing that teachers get out of kids and they are thrilled to see kids their age published in a book for them to read. I love to learn when our hard work in the summer makes it way into the 180 days of regular schooling. It makes me even happier when the messages that come back to me are positive and energizing. The kids want more!

Yesterday, I took the two retirees from my school out to lunch. They are my last grasp at normalcy in my school and I hate to see them go. We've been through so much together: 4 Deans, tremendous turnover, crazy realities, and yet our shared passion for keeping our own worlds afloat (and if I'm heading to my 16th year, I'm averaging a Dean for every 4 years). The hardest part of seeing the torch passed down to me is all the new people have no history, concept, or understanding about all that's gone down. If I try to share, I have to laugh at myself. I, too, think I'm making stuff up....but nope, that's the reality of what it's been.

I landscaped the lawn, too, advantage of the inclement weather predictions to enjoy a gorgeous, blue sky, high 60s day. The way it should always be. Weedwhacking is done, and now I await to see if I got into poison ivy. I think I did, but I sure hope not.

Today's whether seems to be extremely gloomy so I will take care of indoor work (knowing I surpassed sunset last night putting in flowers - phase one). I stopped by BJs to get Karal dog biscuits and saw they have a lot of robust flowers for cheap, so I'm wondering if I should travel the doom and gloom to get some and store for sunnier days. We'll see how the coffee kicks in, first. 

Actually, I think I have a good day today and Sunday is when the rain arrives. I hope we're not getting back into that pattern again, when weekdays are gorgeous and every weekend sucks.