Apple Picking...

There's been a lot going on lately, from negotiations with the house to two deceased grandmothers in CA's family, to missed celebrations... so it's been a relatively busy (and stressful) set of weeks. I'm realizing how difficult it is to teach several different types of classes (there's three different classes for which I need to prepare--my "special" class, Workshop and history) and then teaching it to different types of groups is also challenging.

But, I'm remembering how to fall back in love with my students though. I am remembering what charmers they are when I give them a chance and what kind of fun we have when we relax. They're cracking me up and they're making me feel like I am doing my job. When several of us went out for a drink yesterday, we were talking about the type of change that you create with these children and how fundamentally different it is from the kind of change you create with the children who "need" more readily.

Last weekend, I went apple picking with S and P and CA. We went to this farm which was a really nice place. We did the Maize Maze (which CA did not particularly enjoy--he was preferring hamburgers instead) and ended up going to get pizza back near our house afterward. We went to the Piehole which was delicious but I would like to order and eat at home from here on out. The music was a little too techno-y for me, and I wasn't very into it. But, overall, it was a very successful day.

Basically, I am just excited for fall. It is really turning out beautifully. The next several weeks are going to be incredibly busy--CA's sister will be in town next weekend, then we're going to Florida to see his parents and then, the next weekend, we'll be going to the FSU/Georgia Tech game. I'll be meeting all of his down-home friends, which is exciting but also terrifying. I forget, sometimes, the difference. S and P are just normal people to him, just people we see often. ANR and her gentlemen are the same. But, he has this whole other life, that we don't really interact with, but they exist nonetheless. So, we'll see.

I ordered his birthday present from the internets and added a completely corny and camp inscription on the little gold iPod that reads "to CA--music for the one who is my song." I know, vomit. (:

But, more seriously, how is it October? After these three weekends, it'll be my birthday weekend... and then... the house. Eep! but, most seriously, and disturbingly of all... this article about abortinon on the ballot many places... check it out. And then collectively sigh with me.