One Little Word Wednesday: Thread

First day of school was a foggy one.

Tuesday evening at 9:21 pm

I looked up my son's bus number on the school website for the second or third time. He'd have to be at the stop by about 6:50 AM.

Bus 81

First pickup at Lincoln Rd. & Robinwood Dr. at 6:44 a.m. Left on Robinwood Dr., left on S. Dixie Hwy., right on Kay Dr. picking up at Aimy Dr. Right on Poplar Dr. picking up at Teakwood Dr. Lef ton Teakwood Dr., left on Raven Parkway, right on Timber Lane, right on E. Dartmoor, left on Charing Cross to pickup. Left on Wimbledon Park Dr. picking up at Woodpine Dr. Left on Woodpine Dr. picking up at W. Dartmoor Dr. Right on Timber Lane, right on W. Brookshire Dr. picking up at Shadowood Dr. Left on S. Dixie Hwy., right on Northfield Dr. picking up to Wildwood Dr. Left on Wildwood Dr. picking up in middle of block. Left on Kay Dr. picking up at Nobil Dr. Right on Nobil Dr., right on W. Albain Rd. picking up to S. Telegraph Rd.

In my mind, I could visualize bus 81 threading through the neighborhood streets, stopping to pick up half-asleep teenagers. My son would have to get up at 6:00 and I would sip coffee as I watched the bus doors clap behind him as he headed to the back of the bus to snooze. I always feel better watching him actually get on the bus, even though he is 15.

 

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What I Didn't Do

School starts today. The "didn't do" list below is a recap of my summer.

No trips to NYC but I got to see my daughter as Janet Van De Graaff. :)

I didn't travel to NYC to see a Broadway show or take a family vacation.

I didn't ride any roller coasters although I felt like I was on one for most of the summer.

I didn't revise my NaNoWriMo novel.

I didn't read the classics I loaded onto my iPad. I opted for trashy beach stuff.

I didn't dye my hair blond or get any tattoos or piercings.

I didn't lose 10 pounds or get back on my gluten-free diet that when I'm on makes me feel wonderful.

I didn't throw up or pass out when I watched my daughter perform in her first professional musical production. I did hide in the back row of the theater just in case.

I didn't throw up or pass out when I had to learn how to change my son's wound dressing. One of my biggest accomplishments of the summer.

I didn't get divorced or have a major illness.

I didn't quite let go of all my anger about losing what I had worked so hard for professionally, but I'm getting there.

I didn't just ponder growing my own tomatoes. They tasted divine.

I didn't stop breathing or scream when I took my teenage son out to practice driving. I stuck to gasping and pushing my pretend brake.

I didn't teach summer school.

I didn't get a speeding ticket, get in any accidents, or lose my keys.

I didn't hold on to all my children's books I used in my last position. They now reside in classrooms in Michigan and Florida.

I didn't have a garage sale.

I didn't sleep well.

I didn't get a pedicure.

I didn't feel torn when my daughter went back to college.

I didn't think the summer would fly this fast.

 

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