I am up first and writing in this bright kitchen. It’s gloomy outside to my left but there’s a promise that when it’s time for me to get going, the sun could make an appearance. This is not like a start of the day in Aruba, that’s for sure, but I’m not complaining, just observing.
I am listening, with my right side, to the morning news: the earthquake/tsunami in Japan, the campaign of Republicans to destroy unions, and lots of political talk. And I don’t know what to click to next on my computer.
So the day begins again for me, flitting around before I make the push into the day beyond this familiar kitchen. Still working without oj, coffee and bit a breakfast, but that can’t last for long.
Another writing project event begins tonight: our New York State network will be meeting in Albany, New York for the weekend. Albany is not Aruba, but I will be away from home and from Tuvia, sleeping in another hotel bed, sharing breakfast in a Best Western lobby with writing project friends to consider how we work together as a state network in this new educational environment with the national network is such jeopardy.
I have my bag packed with clean clothes and my car filled with a fresh tank of gas.
Seems like I am always in motion…
But on Sunday afternoon, after a weekend of intense conversations with smart teachers from across the state, I will race back here, to this kitchen for a Tuvia made cup of coffee and short break before he takes the wheel and we head for NYC for a concert at Lincoln Center: My first live experience with Beethoven’s 9th!
Bring it ON!