You hear a lot about people working twelve hour days. Every day. I feel fortunate 8 is what’s required. We made up a snow day Tuesday, staying until 7. It was a beautiful day as I saw the beginning and the end of it at school, sky clear and blue. Morning view from the East End of the school and evening view from the West End. Out for a fire drill today I heard the clock chime like Westminster and didn’t even know it had that feature. Really amazing to hear as we stood with the kids in a wiggly line, getting a headcount and waiting to be called back into the building.
Highland Park Reservoir Monday evening, just before dark. Lots of people walking the perimeter in the summer-like weather. A few years ago there was a plan to cover the reservoir but a filtration system was installed instead. Scroll down for two ducks look like three.
One year ago today(4/4), three Zone 5 police officers, Eric Kelly, Paul Sciullo and Stephen Mayhle, were killed in the line of duty. Many city residents put blue light bulbs on the their front porches to honor these men. I noticed a few more blue lights tonight. It’s after midnight and I just drove back from Ohio. What a nice time I had with my family. I was struck by the poignancy of the lighted blue star memorial and the 3 flags my Highland Park neighbors put in front of their home. These thoughtful neighbors did not forget. I thought how their families miss them, not just this anniversary but every day.
Big sister, little sister, walking together down the long hallway, the sunlight streaming through the windows- a pattern on the floor. Fifth graders learn how to draw a school hallway, how things close to you are larger, how all lines come together at the horizon’s vanishing point. Waiting for the boys to finish soccer class. Back and forth, back and forth, down the long hall. Spring break is vanishing rapidly. It’s been a good week.
One day a baby, seems a blink ago & now she’s waiting for this huge school bus to take her to Kindergarten. I packed her lunch. Walked her down to the corner. I remember putting Laura on the school bus about 21 years ago for her first day of Kindergarten in Kentucky, I didn’t drive her there or walk her in. Just see ya later and waved– so long. Her two older brothers were with her but it is interesting to review your own parenting as you spend time with your grandchildren. Or call it things you wish you had done differently now that you are older and have time to think about it. Never had to ride a school bus growing up. Kindergarten in Newark NJ, 1957, my mother taught in the same school and we went together everyday.