I have things to tell you about, but somehow our crash-landing back into the land of Routine has been sufficiently difficult that I must go to bed right now if I am to have any hope of being coherent in the morning. Hold that thought, whatever it was.
Tonight I can only offer this lovely acrostic I almost missed in my daughter’s backpack. Her stint as Rosa Parks at school went off without a hitch, and whether it was an assignment or just pure adoration for the woman that moved her to create the following, I’m unsure. Regardless, this is one piece that goes straight into the box of papers to keep.
Really great person
Stood up to the world
Payed her fare on the bus
A wonderful girl
Raymond was her husband
Kind and strict
Salemanders have nothing to do with it
(All spelling—and sentiments—have been reproduced exactly as they appear on her paper.)
I dunno about you, but I feel like I’ve really learned something valuable.