*There’s only one place left I want to go*

I gave a pint of blood today, and this song came on my iPhone.  The absolute best cover I’ve heard of this song.  Roberta Flack.  A million years ago…fast forward to Leona Lewis.  If you have time, crank up your speakers.  Amazing.

  • Tomorrow is the last day of Summer School.  I’m ready, they’re ready.  We had our book party today, where everyone brings something that represents their novel.  Great stuff by all, but one kid brought his car keys.  He said, “They drive a lot in this novel.”  I looked at him and said, “Dude, do you know what got you into this class?  Crap like that.  Trying to snow the teacher, trying to do the least amount of work and be funny.”  He said, “Yes Ma’am.”  I love that.  He is bringing something else tomorrow.
  • We did oral reports.  They had to persuade the class on any topic.  Legalizing marijuana.  Big big topic and arguments.  One kid said, “If someone is bulimic, you could just give them a joint, and then they’ll eat.”  Oy.  I had to clean up a mess there.
  • Olympics.  Is anyone else as obsessed with them as me?  I love the whole thing:  the pre-matches, the games, the pomp, the athelete’s stories.  I’ve even scheduled my book group to happen BEFORE that week. 
  • My book group.  My turn.  We are reading:For Mona, my dear friend who just had her first treatment in a long, ugly summer of treatments.
  • The brick.  You may remember the story of my father’s brick.  Here it is:It’s finally in.  Long, long story.  5 years in the making.  When it was finally put in, with the right year, our man Ken said, “At this point, it would be easier to change your dad’s transcripts than to get another brick!”  I think it’s hilarious. 
  • My sons and their KEEP OUT signs.  When Gymnote #1 was mad at me the first time, he wrote a sign, and put it on his door.  It was the first time he asserted this particular sentiment: 
  • Last week, Gymnote #2, left me a similar note:  I’m not the best Mom, but I let my kids have their feelings, and sometimes even their privacy.  Heh.
  • The Library is having a book sale.  50 cents a book.  I’m going back tomorrow to stock up for my new class.
  • Ding.  Time to get ready for Bass Lake.  It’s 106 here, and 25 degrees cooler there for next week.

*Lyrics from Jon Bon Jovi; Who Says You Can’t Go Home?*