I searched in my Flickr account for crazy. This was the first image that came up. A crazy quilt I did nearly 10 years ago. I wish my life were this kind of crazy this week.
It all really started last week. Friday afternoon, my cell phone rang while I was teaching. The kids and I danced to the song and one kid yelled out, “Isn’t that Rush? Closer to the Heart?” Knowing that Greg does NOT call me during the day without reason, I got the kids on a task and checked my phone. Both a call and a text message. Yikes. Text message read: I am fine. Truck totalled.
So, we had that to deal with. He was fine and his sister collected him and his belongings from the wrecking yard. We love Honda engineering. When a tanker truck turned from the middle lane in front of him without a turn indicator, the anti-lock brakes, seatbelt, air bags, and crumble zone allowed Greg to walk away without a scratch.
Then he went to Boston and I’ve been running around like crazy. Weeks only get crazy, hectic impacted for us when Greg is out of town. Meetings and observations and teaching adult classes and oh-my-god-get-me-off-this-crazy-ride.
It won’t end until I pick Greg up at the airport, Saturday night very late, after being at an outdoor ed training program at Elkhorn Slough to get trained so I can bring field trips through there.
In other news, I had several close encounters with Ravens this week. One of my students recommended that I write a book that is such a great idea that I am planning to make it my first project this summer. It involves ravens and school and the ideas are percolating madly right now.