Sunday, February 28, 2010

Last weekend in February

This week was rather busy to say the least.  I will probably look back when I am old and think these are the good old days.  I will say, it is better being busy than being bored.
Monday’s adventures—School runs in the morning for Henry, Margles, and Adam, then picking up Henry, the picking up Margles, then Brother Moon came and as he was leaving he invited me to come to the High Priest Social on Friday night with his family.
Tuesday—Class from 7-8:15 a.m,
Wednesday—Henry Margles Adam, dropped the car off at McAuto, Brent and Sally came to visit, they’re looking good,
Thursday—school, Margles, pick up Henry, took B to make cake at Sister Elliott’s, home to meet with th missionaries for Clarity, Blue and Gold Banquet for cub scouts, B received his arrow of light.
Friday—Henry margles Adam, grading, picked up Henry from school, grading, check the car, High Priest Social with Brother and Sister Moon, and Cathy Petersen
Saturday—A-1 driving school with Margles, she passed her road test and received a sealed envelope for the DMV, received the car back for the weekend, Elders Quorum social with Margles and Henry, sat by robbie Coe and discovered what a smart fellow he is.  He speaks Japanese and writes programs in C#.
Sunday was Helaman Orellana’s  farewell and tithing.  Sister Petersen gave Clarity a little card with praise for getting herself up and dressed and walking to church because she wanted to be there.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Today I woke at 3 a.m. I was afraid if I went back to sleep that i wouldn't wake up in time for class so I stayed up and defragmented the computer. I took Margles to school and went home. At 11:45 I went to Lakeridge to find Henry and bring him home.
At 2:45, I went to Lakeridge to sign IEP papers for Summer in Mrs. Batson's room. Mr. Lund and Mrs. Hunter also signed papers on her behalf. mention was made of a teacher coming to help with Summer's instruction.

While I was at Lakeridge this second time around,

Panacea

I sometimes miss people whom I've never known
I miss dreams that have long been gone 
I miss long talks with others, and time alone
I miss peace, understanding, a clean clear home.

At night when I lie down to rest all my aches
I think of how strange it will be to wake
some future morning and wash my face
and find all my belongings still in their place.

I might feel at peace, I may feel relief
I might feel lost and filled with grief
as my children grow up and drift apart
and slowly break their mother's heart.

But if they all grow up to be
true to their virtuous selves I see
my labors will not have been in vain
and this mother's heart be whole again.







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