Early Morning Rush

Coffee...check... 3 lunches made...check...head back to bed ;)... well, maybe not completely back to bed...but I may have just drank my coffee and called my sister while sitting in bed.  *happy sigh*

And then the clock struck the last hour.  Yikes!  I whizzed around like a helicopter on an adrenaline rush, mushing through my "To Do" list like the world was ending.

-Wipe counters
- Clean Oven (I had pre-cleaned it last night, I only had to wipe it out.  But wiping out an oven is not easy! rags upon rags! [insert confession: I used paper towel. From Costco. Good Deal. Saves Laundry. Etc])  
- Take Shower
- Do hair (thankfully, my students don't mind the Ping Hair Do - little kids are so obliging)
- Make own luncho
- Prepare snacks
- Upload lesson
- And sign into the lesson

Not bad for a morning!  But now we are to where the reality hits.  Due to an office error, I now have 9 hours straight of teaching/tutoring, no breaks from 10 a.m. until 7 p.m. !!!

HOW in the WORLD am I blogging????  Well, my first student has not shown up as of yet, so I decided to blog.  I should probably be writing teacher-student progress reports, or unloading the dishwasher, or perhaps even paperwork... but as she will be on in any moment.... blogging called the loudest.

Tonight, I am hoping for cordon bleu for supper, and the odds are good, because Daniel has promised to make it for supper... No Frills had a sale for cordon bleu :)  $1 per pack instead of $4.99 !  #sale  hehe

When Summer Comes

Peaceful meadows, gentle breezes
Caressing each wisp of hair
Silent grasses, waving, dancing,
Sounds of little creatures prancing
Wishful hopes, and sleepy memories
Oh, for Summer to be here!






   Today, I might be just a little guilty of wishing for past days of summer, when it seemed, we girls spent our time reading, planning tea parties, and teasing each other of prince charming.
So many dreams, so much laughter, and such good memories.

   The winter winds have not yet given up, as often happens in Southwestern Ontario.  This past weekend was cold and windy, with a touch of snow/ice. So, I took the opportunity to clean out all of my kitchen cupboards, wash and re-organize.  What a mess the dishes made! Completely worth it, and now the kitchen is sparkling.  And I am very pleased.

   Next weekend is expected to be 70 F. (Yes, warmer temperatures are forever Fahrenheit in my mind.) So, maybe I will manage to squeeze in a little suntan time while helping Rachel move.

"The Time Had Come... So Marvin Went"

When I was a little girl, around 3 years old, we had this book about 'a guy who wouldn't go.'  I couldn't read, but I had most of the book memorized!  Mom and Dad must have read it countless times to me.  The book was called Marvin K Mooney, by Dr. Seuss.  For some reason, never explained, the person telling the story (represented by a hand with a watch) wanted Marvin to leave. Marvin must have been being very annoying, because the person was so exasperated with poor Marvin.

Marvin K Mooney

I don't care how

Marvin K Mooney 

Will you please go now!

Well, the stubborn little guy didn't go, even with all the suggestions of how to go, and illustrations showing the possibility of each, Marvin stayed.  And then, at the end, Marvin went. Unceremoniously, he just up and left.  To a small child the change was startling (every time), why did Marvin go?  The only explanation given was: 

The time had come... So Marvin went.

Well, it was a cute story that illustrated to me that there was a time to go and a time to stay.  Marvin was both stubborn and compliant.  The question that was never solved was "How did Marvin know the time had come?"  

I haven't written in awhile, because I was pretty much told that no one wanted to read it.  Now, I don't give in easily, so I continued to write for awhile - besides, I wasn't writing for an audience.  I honestly don't know who reads this- if any.... blogging isn't as popular as it once was.  Next, someone told me that my writing showed that I thought I was better than others - that gave me pause.  Then, I was told I my choice of music was archaic (that one could be true).  So, I stopped. I don't remember giving up. I just quit one day.   I didn't leave because it was time to go, I just left.  

Recently, I was asked why I had stopped blogging and would I continue? At the time, I remember making the comparison (yes, in my adult mind) to Marvin.  I was like Marvin; the time had come, so I went.  I had said my piece and I was no longer a blogger.  But, I was left questioning my rational - was I really like Marvin?  Is that even a legitimate comparison? 

Well, I am back.  Maybe the time hasn't come, or maybe I am not like Marvin.  As, I begin to write again, I now have two  more questions to answer.  1. Why did I stop?   2. Why did I come back?   More on that in the next post.... because the time has come .... for today. 

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." 
Ecc. 3:1