"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind... We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith." -- Margaret D. Nadauld

Thursday, May 21, 2009


You'd think by the title of this blog that I was a kid in school and today was the last day.


It was Florin's High School graduation today, but (fortunately) I don't have to experience that with my child until next year. The rest of the school children still have a week left, so there's no big freedom there either. (However, I will shout HOORAY from the rooftops next Friday. I love summer and I love having the kids home.)

The freedom was ... vehicular.

Tonight I rode the Piglet to my pottery class. Just me. All alone.

I think it's the first time since I got the scooter that I have had that opportunity.

(No, I didn't wear a helmet and thankfully crochety old man was inside when I rode by.)

When class was over, I almost skipped to the parking lot. I turned the key, revved the engine ... but not before I heard snippets of a conversation between two college students, walking hand in hand down the side walk:

Girl student: "I always seem to break up with my boyfriends."
Boy student: mutters something I can't hear
Girl student: "Well, I just felt like it was something you should know."

(The room where I have my class is next door to a big gym where the university holds a weekly dance. The dance ended just as I was ready to go home and I think these two must have hooked up there. I'm still confused as to why they were holding hands already.)
As the two like-birds moved off into the darkness I started that Piglet up and headed for home. It was a beautiful night. Cool, but not cold (finally).
The wind ran through my non-helmeted hair and it felt good. Do you remember hanging your head out of the car window when you were a kid? Well, it was great like that.

I breathed deeply of the fragrant spring air and it made me smile.
Doesn't spring smell good?
And then I remembered.
June bugs.
This town is crawling with them this time of year.

They are a crazy, brainless and DISGUSTING orange beetle type of bug that loves light and will beat itself literally to death at a window trying to get at it.

They freak me out. If they are flying around the front door, I will walk from the front of the house to the back, just to avoid them. I will stand outside and wait 15 minutes for it to kill itself before I walk anywhere close to them.

Well, I got lucky. I closed my smiling mouth and no June bugs flew into me.

That was good.

I got lucky this time!


Kristi said...

I love your enthusiasm. I will be shouting the same at the end of tomorrow...I guess actually today...I need to go to sleep. I am finishing my report cards then off to bed. Tomorrow is the last day of school and then I am done with it for good! Yipee!

sarah joelle said...

ew ew ew ew ew just thinking about june bugs makes me want to barf up my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. those and japanese beetles give me the heebie-jeebies. i honestly no longer hang my laundry outside to dry because those nasty things attach themselves to my clothes and like to attach themselves to my hair when i go out to get my laundry. *shudder*

also, overhearing conversations is one of my favorite pasttimes. especially at school. ohh man.

Yvonne said...

June bugs are just plain CREEPY.

I don't know why I thought Buttercup was the same age as Kyle. One more year--ENJOY.