Dear Bloggary

Today was the last day of my first week of school.  I love my new batch of kiddies.  They are very nice.

We made Kissing Hand cookies this morning.  We mixed the batter, cut out the cookies, and put them in the oven to bake.  Then they burned. Then the smoke alarms went off.  Then we had to evacuate the school.  Then we had to wait for the fire department to show up.  Then they made sure the school was not on fire, and made a dramatic show of removing the cookie sheet containing the burnt-to-a-crisp little hand cookies from the building.  I then apologized to them for making them leave their jobs (volunteer department) just because I burned a batch of cookies.  Then they said that I would have to pose with them, along with my class and the burnt cookies, and the fire truck, for a picture.  I think they might have been laughing at me.

I went to the gym after school, for the first time in about a month and a half.  I wore my shapeless gym clothes and didn't weigh myself.  (I only weigh myself there- I don't own a scale of my own.) I worked hard, and it felt good.

I listened to this song at the gym and realized that I have been in love with Chrissie Hynde for over 30 years.  I don't think I've been in love with anyone else for that long, ever.





I prayed a lot today- for my friend, who has cancer, for my sister, that she doesn't, for my son, on a plane to Haiti, for a frighteningly depressed boy I know. I'm not the best prayer, but I try.  And I hope it helps. There's too much sadness in the world. If I couldn't pray, I don't know what I'd do. It would be hard to get out of bed and face it all some days.