nothing to write about . . . or is it everything?

I've been struggling recently with the blogging, saying I have nothing to write about. It just hit me that the reality is just the opposite - I have too much to write about, it's hard to filter.

School - We're taking End of Grade tests this week. The police came today, which - though it had little to do with me - is disconcerting, and something was stolen from my classroom. How disappointing! I had planned an encouraging, 'build-each-other-up!' activity, only to use the materials in a 'write what you know about the situation' way.

Africa - I bought wellies online to bring me cheer as I wade through the rainy season. I wore them to school once . . . but then it didn't rain! Tell me how an 85% chance of thunderstorms can become sunny blue skies!? I looked foolish. I've been to both of my grandparents' churches . . . giving little talks to the congregations. A new experience, the first of many times, I think! I make pretend packing lists in my head at every opportunity. I wait anxiously for news of what I will teach and where I will live.


Life - driving to the beach, concerts in NoDa, staying up late on a school night (!) to watch movies, barbecues, Cinco de Mayo, dentists and doctors, podiatrists and optometrists, laundry and grading and dinner planning, Zumba and pilates and afternoon runs . . . I keep busy enough. I've stumbled across some alone time recently of a quality sort - yesterday running the greenway off of Tryon . . . an unseen path tucked between Tryon and 85, running in the shade along the creek. A blissful moment. Today there was a thunderous rainstorm, complete with hail and a standstill on the highway, but I made it home at last, only to sit on the porch for the better part of an hour. I was completely mesmerized by the rain. It felt great just to sit and give my thoughts free reign for a bit. I highly recommend it.

That's it for now, just the ramblings of a busy teacher planning a move around the world.