Procrastination

Good Morning, Amanda,

Coffee hour begins at 8, convocation at 9, and I'm stalling. I like my own coffee better....

Thanks for your note. I got it last night when I finally came in from the pool at 7:30....D had left at 5:30 but I stayed out side. I swear I saw every person today that I identified as a teacher over the course of the summer; and we all exchanged well wishes....Anyway, when I came in I read your note and burst into tears. I don't think I've ever cried about the end of summer before.

Honestly I do think there was an element of bittersweet, some happy reflections in the flood of tears--knowing it was a great summer; feeling happy and settled in my life here; feeling likable, knowing I have made some acquaintances. But following right behind those drops were the ones screaming Don't make me go, don't let this summer end.... Alas, summer vacation is over. I'm due at school in an hour.

Deep breaths indeed.

Love, Barb