I'm not very good about blogging about the daily things. I tend to mainly go event to event even though I enjoy and appreciate other people's blogs about ordinary, everyday life. I keep a journal and that's where I write more about the day-to-day things I do, but I'd like to share more of it here as well.
I feel so ready for spring. I want a break from teaching and grading to just sit and read a good book and take a long nap and maybe travel and go to a movie with Brandon. Baseball season is just starting for him which means I will have some weekends where I spend most of my time at the ballpark and some weekends where I'm here by myself. I enjoy both. I've been very thankful that the last two weekends have been warm, sunny days. It makes watching baseball games so much more enjoyable. I think Brandon is going to make a great head coach someday. And I'm very glad that when I go to his games here I can enjoy the company of my parents, his parents, my sister and her family, and our friends at the game.
On weekends when he's out of town, I usually spend some time reading, go to garage sales, and maybe do a little work around the house. I really really need to clean out the garage. I hate it when I know I have something but I have absolutely no idea where it is. And our garage has been the catch-all for anything that didn't have a place in the house. I need to organize and get rid of a lot of stuff. Spring always makes me want to do that. Yesterday, when looking for some of our wedding shower invitations and gift lists--I know I saved them SOMEWHERE, didn't I?--I found some pictures from middle school. I wish I had a scanner so you could appreciate my middle school B team basketball picture with my permed hair, short bangs, skinny legs, high shorts, and socks halfway up to my knees and scrunched down. I also found my backpack from high school with a note I carried with me everyday from my sister. She left it on my car the first day of my senior year. More treasures are waiting to be rediscovered whenever I get the energy to excavate the ruins.
My weekends would be so much better too if I didn't have to grade. I try not to bring papers home to grade whenever possible because I don't want the guilt of taking them back to school Monday morning without having accomplished anything. But it is inevitable, so this afternoon I'll probably go to Starbucks where I can't be distracted by TV or books or even cleaning the house (which, compared to grading, would be more enjoyable) and read essays.
