There's been quite a bit of dead air on this site lately.
I apologize to all those who are avid readers (all one of you). Work has tightened its grip around my throat and left me gasping for air. Not literally, but close enough.
I don't even know where to start. I don't feel like I have accomplished much outside of the workplace. Not much time to I suppose. There are the weekends, but those are spent with the boy, who recently started kindergarten. How bizzare that feels. I have a child in kindergarten. Looks weird in type.
Taking him to school took me all the way back to the days when I was in kindergarten. I still have some vivid memories of then. Its odd how some memories stick more than others.
I remember when the janitor came into our classroom to repair a square of linolium. The entire class crowded around him as he removed the old cracked and broken square, cleaned the subsurface, applied some black tar, and placed the new square down with exacting precision.
I was amazed how everything came together. I had always wondered as well, what was underneath the floor I trompped upon.
I wonder what memories the boy will carry with him through life of these days?