Do something about the cars

The cars rumble away from here, away from my back door balcony. They rumble at a street far away, but not so far away that I can't see them. They rumble away to their jobs where they will sit in parking lots while their owners recalibrate in office buildings. They rumble away and then another one comes and another one comes. Above is the sunrise. The clouds are plated in gold that flakes off as the water rises from the earth and the stories of the people rise. Inside the cars and office buildings people's days are different from each others. My cats sit on the balcony and it starts to rain. Lightly. Not even so much rain now, just a chilly summer morning.

No new nails for you!!

Today I wish ..... Today I wish I lived in Beverly Hills or some other posh neighborhood in California and I could just go the coffee shop. Wait....I can just go the coffee shop. Right around the corner however is a pile waiting for me. Literally behind me is everything I need to bring into my classroom.!! It is one tremendous pile. I'm like the ant. I'm moving this stuff and it's heavy. I'm going to be met by another ant that helps me out along the way. I firmly have to believe that or else it's going to be too much to try and get this into the classroom. As teachers, we have to start the ground sprinting, or at least jogging as part of a marathon. My nails can get done on another day. This year, I think, is going to be about working hard.