June 9th
The morning begins answering emails in the basement and getting ready to go to school. My children are not thrilled to be going to my school and arriving by 8:00 a.m. this morning, or any morning for matter. I spend the morning organizing my room and the workroom. It is amazing how much time you can expend organizing for someone else. If I was coming back in August I would know which box held the scales, you know the white box about this big (you will have to imagine how wide I am holding my arms apart.) But a new teacher can not begin to understand my storage system. Contrary to popular belief I do have a system and can find anything I need. The system is a network of eclectic and random connections whose cipher would make those who created the code cracking Enigma feel inadequate.
I arrive home around 3 o’clock and realize I must take the trash to the dump since it is closed on Wednesday. The garbage is developing a persona and must be taken before it develops legs. I come home from the dump to find my wife in the dumps. She has had a difficult day. Feeling a bit sour she inspired to make sourdough bread. The smell of sourdough bread is a welcome respite to my olfactory senses after the assault they withstood during the trip to the dump. My eldest child has violin lessons tonight as the recital is Friday and she is fine tuning her bowing skills. I spend the time reading a very good book called "Monday Morning Choices". The evening comes to a close with my youngest daughter reading to me. I help her struggle through the difficult words and enjoy our time together.