I would like to blame Friday for the fact that I think in nothing but fragments, but that would be unfair to the other six days of the week when my mind works exactly the same way. Here's just a glimpse of how that thinking goes:
-When my youngest son came out of school the other day, he had his boots on the wrong feet and I was struck by how much I will miss that innocence as he gets older.
-My husband and I shoveled our neighbor's walk and driveway after our first big snow of the season, and then she insisted on paying me. That she confused me with my 13 year old son has left me feeling a little unsettled.
-Need a good lotion for hands? Try this: It's packaged horribly unattractively and could use a better name, but it works beautifully for hands and legs and all those other brutally dry skin areas.
-As I rushed out the door to work yesterday, I started to put my wallet in my backpack when I realized that I was carrying a roll of toilet tissue and not a wallet. I am so glad that I noticed that before I got to work.
-This was the first week of classes for my students. On the first day, after spending about 45 minutes discussing our ENGLISH course, and what ENGLISH texts they would need, and how we will be doing grammar because it is an ENGLISH course, and how I have four degrees in ENGLISH, I asked what questions the students had. One waved her arm frantically and said, "I think I'm in the wrong place. I'm supposed to be in an English not a phys ed class." It's going to be a long semester.
-I heard a lyric the other day but don't know what song it was from. It really made me do some soul-searching. The line was something like, "I don't want someone else to do what it is He's asked of me." I might have the line completely wrong, but don't correct me because I really like the way I remember it.
Now, while you go visit Mrs. 4444's to read other fragments, I am going to find a way to get the smell of burned plastic out of my house. I so wish I hadn't accidentally put a loaf of bread on a hot burner this morning.