This Tuesday feels like a Monday. Two days and I am already behind, oh no! It is good to be random and old since it means that no one else is keeping track, well, maybe the dog. We missed yesterday's walk. She seemed disappointed in me. Today is rather warm. We will wait for later.
I just spent a couple hours with some preschoolers. They are very basic. Snacks and play. The biggest problem is an occasional sharing glitch. I have those myself. It is fun when so much is new in their world.
Yesterday I spent a few hours with an 18 month old. What a sweety. It was really fun, but it made me kind of sad that my grandson lives so far away. I love watching little ones discover their world. It makes it new for me.
Morgan, this is for you. I met your father a couple years before you were born. I started going to Pierce College, or as we liked to call it, PU. I joined the marching band, being very much into music. I played flute. Your father played french horn in the band. His main instrument was cello, but they just don't work in marching band. Your dad had already flunked out of one of the Oregon universities. Your dad started a relationship with me. We had a lot of classes together in the music department. I loved listening to your dad play the cello. We went to school for a while. I had to support myself in an apartment and had some health issues so I had to drop out. Working was as much as I could handle. Your dad started living with me before we got married. I don't remember why your dad stopped going to college. I worry that it was my fault. He had potential. I don't think he realized it. I became less enthusiastic when he went behind my back with a violin player. Eventually we decided to get married because we wanted you! Somewhere in your early life your dad went into the Air Force because he was about to be drafted. You know, Vietnam and all that. He was sure they would teach him air conditioning, but instead they taught him bomb loading. He got an early out and never went overseas. We were probably too young to get married. I did have a great time while it lasted. Your dad was fun most of the time. I still love him, at least, who he used to be. He was really good at mechanical things. He could take pretty much anything apart and put it back together. He had really good values at the time as well. I think he lost some of it because he felt he was getting no where. We didn't know how to talk about things. It would have helped if we just talked about what we wanted and how we could get there. I know many things that might have helped, now, when it is way too late.