Waiting for the school bus at the end of the day. You can hear it round the corner. My sister sat on the curb with Maura and Murphy- Super Jack was ready for action. November afternoon with the grandchildren. It is going to be hard to leave and return to normal life.
There were chores to accomplish today, debrief from the weekend celebration. Got J off to Omaha before breakfast. We returned the layer separators to the cake baker’s place. The lost engraved forks were found in the kitchen of the Athenauem where the reception was held. Tomorrow the wedding dress to the cleaners in the morning. Visiting with Matthew before he returns to Croatia. La and James are on their honeymoon! Thanks for all the wonderful comments and notes. It was nice to share the wedding excitement with my blog followers.
You get behind a garbage truck on a narrow street. A school bus bears down on your tail, headlights reflected in your rearview mirror. The minutes tick tick tick. You watch the men pitch the bags into the back. Both sides of the street. You should have left home earlier, not stopped for coffee, gone a different route. You make it in time. But you might as well relax and take out your camera and shoot because there is no getting by.
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.
