It was a cold one this morning.
Every weekday morning I walk the kids to the bus stop. Unless it's pouring rain, I make it a point to walk and not drive - saves the gas, and its good for them. Even if its cold - builds character... We stood and waited in the dark with the other kids and parents, hands in pockets, coats pulled up against our necks to protect against the cold wind. It felt like quite a long wait before the bus finally came rumbling down the road, but I'm pretty sure it was right on schedule.
As I made the walk back home after a hasty send off, I couldn't help but daydream about warmer climes...
Give me someplace tropical, with palm trees and a sea breeze. Surround me with people whose language I don't speak, give me food I can't find at home, and make it so damn hot I sweat just sitting there. A cold cerveza would be nice too.
There's no better feeling in the world than stepping off of an airplane into tropical heat., especially when it was cold as hell back at home when you left.
Sigh...
I was talking to my students last week about character. I asked them if they have had a parent say "it builds character". Hardly any of them had heard that expression. I remember Dad saying it all the time so I had to laugh when you wrote it.
ReplyDeleteI have the quote by Mark Twain that you have in your side bar hanging in my kitchen. I love that one too!
It's official - I am my father...
ReplyDeleteThat's a good thing!:-)
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