A Perfect Friday
The short week is always the toughest at school, but a small success with the crazy student. He had a perfect day on Friday. One week of intensive therapy grannie style, and he had a perfect day. He actually made the entire day. Was actually asked for something in writing about my retirement date so the process of replacing me can begin. I had no problem doing that, but I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around the whole concept of not working after a 45 years of working. I’m seeing images of the old fashioned house dresses that just pull over of snap up the front so you can just hang loosely inside of them. Did get the house a little closer to being ready to retire in. Have a little more wallpaper, paint and repairs to finish. The idea is to NEVER have to do those things again. In other words, I have to die within the lifespan of my paint and carpet. Thirty something bean seeds planted, four came up. This gardening is going to take a little practice. Nine sick days to use and 40 work days left. I believe I can make it.