What do I say?
2004-06-09 at 9:09 a.m.
Today is the last day I'll pick E up from W Elementary. I am sending K in my place tomorrow, because I, ever the wimp, will cry and blubber and make a general fool of myself in front of my son and his wonderful teachers. I asked K to personally thank each teacher for all the hard work they've done with E and for making such a difference in his life. I only hope that the teachers at his new school are even a tenth as wonderful.
I had planned to buy gifts for his teachers, but as usual, finances didn't allow. I didn't want to buy for one and not the other, so I elected to get cards instead. Now all I have to do is write something meaningful and send them to school with him tomorrow. What do I say? How do I thank someone who has done as much as they all have?
How do I thank Mr. M for not suing the pants off of us when E stabbed him in the eye with a pencil?
How do I thank Mrs. M for not resigning after E bit her arm full of holes? And for showering E with gifts every week?
How do I thank Mrs. H for having a "Chill Out" room built in her classroom specifically for E to use in times of rage?
How do I thank Mrs. S for transferring from another district because the specialists thought she would be wonderful for E?
Miss E? How do I thank her for three years of dedicated service and patience?
I hope I can find words - ones that express my gratitude without being sappy and emotional. We truly are blessed to have lived in a district considered one of the best in the country. Our current district is supposedly is every bit as good, or else I wouldn't have moved here, but it won't be the same.
I'm sad.
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My brother finished the house he remodeled and has it back on the market at $50,000 more than what he paid. I hope he can make himself a tidy little profit. Who needs a job? If he can swing this and turn around and do the same thing with other houses, he'll have find himself a great niche. That, and with the kind of money my SIL is making - why work? Maybe I ought to hit them up for loan...
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K called me from the road Sunday and told me to turn on the race.
"Why on earth would I want to do THAT??" I asked.
"You'll see... " he said. I turned it on just in time to hear The Star Spangled Banner sung to perfection, by none other than my Clay. OMG, it was flawless. Absolutely fucking flawless! I must find a copy of this. I must!
There was something else I wanted to say, but it's left me. Oh well, if I get it back, I'll return.