I snuck a peek at last year’s May 1 blog. It’s amazing to see what a difference a year makes. For example, the Suns had just finished off the Pelicans in round one and I predicted a Suns sweep against the Mavericks. We all know how that turned out.
I am not predicting anything for this current Nuggets series. My gut tells me, after watching Saturday’s game, that the Nuggets are going to win, but that’s not a prediction. Saturday just looked like the Nuggets were the better team by far. To be honest, though, I thought the same thing after game one against the Clippers. I thought Los Angeles was better then, too.
A year ago I was also writing about having just seen the Viagra Boys and also about being 125,000 words into the year. I’m guessing I’m about 40% of that so far this year. Who knows, though. I’m not counting anymore.
This week is one that I will be working on beginning to get ready for next year. I am going to have my classroom organized and ready to go for next year by the time I head to Maine in June. That’s where I will be focused, professionally, for the long haul.
I’ll also be working on making the last month great for my students. I’ve really grown to love the little twerps. When you have that many different personalities in one room, sometimes it is hard to fully appreciate the individual children daily. Over the weekend, I thought about a few of them a lot.
I wonder if a year from now, though, I will be just as wrapped up with the students I have next year and have (kind of) forgotten the ones who own my attention in the present? I do think about last year’s students a bit, here and there, and I’m sure it would be great to see them, but there is also a part of last year and the year’s prior that are locked away into a little box in my head and heart.
Jimmy was quiet for a while after Marcy threw up. Paul went to pick up the kids without her and she went back to bed. She slept for most of the rest of the day.
When she woke up around 4pm, she couldn’t feel Jimmy in her mind. Where did he go, she wondered. Was he gone? She almost missed him.
As Marcy thought about the weird predicament of the last day, she figured out that she almost missed Jimmy talking to her. She had so many questions for him. Thinking about it in this way made her feel like she was living a double life.
Am I cheating on Paul, she thought.
“You cheated on me with Paul,” Jimmy said curtly as if he had been there all along.
“I didn’t even know you were there,” Marcy said aloud.
“What hon?” Paul’s voice came from the bathroom.
“Shit.” Marcy said with Jimmy laughing almost maniacally in her head.
“What’s wrong, Marcy,” Paul asked.
Jimmy was still laughing.
(to be continued)
See you tomorrow.
At Grampa's house. TQ and B.