Gary and I checked on the internet last night and it is four more weeks before we switch back to standard time. Just so you know. I’m already tired of going to work in the dark. Don’t ask me why it makes a difference. It’s Monday. I haven’t made up my mind yet. In fact, I’m not sure my mind is even awake yet.
It was a drizzling, dreary day yesterday. A day for pondering. My grandson turned thirteen yesterday and in honor of that significant number he gained access to the new rite of passage- his own Facebook page. I told him to “keep it clean, your Nana will read it”. He promised, but it was a young man’s promise- you know about those. Good intentions that aren’t always fulfilled exactly as you’d expect. Men always have a different interpretation of “clean” and “good” and “legal”. We shall be watching our young man.
I went to a Jewish Bat Mitzvah once. I’ve always wondered if that ceremony makes their children more responsible than ours. Many religions have rituals that signify a new turn upon the path of life. I hope it helps. The years from 13-20 are rocky ones.
I have a long week ahead-report card testing. They go out next Tuesday.
Friday night is our Fall Carnival. That should be fun!
It’s Monday. Have a good one.
P.S. I "borrowed" this photo from Katrina. I apologize to my family and friends everywhere for the Texas shirt. I guess they haven't had that discussion. :)