Where Was I?
As you know, I've lived in this town for most of my life, since I was 8. Before that, I lived on the other side of the county, in an apartment, which made me feel somehow that I was not quite a part of the real America, since everyone I saw on TV lived in a house, and all seemed to be long-term residents of their small-town America towns. I thought it would be cool to have an actual home town and have roots there, although I certainly wasn't thinking along those lines when I was 8 and we moved here. Nor was I thinking along those lines when we ended up living here after we were married, and raising our children here. It just worked out that way. (The Hubs too has lived here all his life.)
Anyway, so this means that I pretty regularly pass the landmarks of my childhood -- those that are still here -- in every day life. The junior high school I went to, now a middle school, is at the end of the street I live on and down a little hill.
I went to the doctor this morning, and as I was stopped at the light before crossing the road and turning into the parking lot, I turned around and snapped this out the window:
This is the elementary school I went to, the original part of the building, which was opened in 1921. After my appointment, on my way home, I was stopped at a stop sign and saw this image before me, so I took it to show you:
This is the street I grew up on, although my house doesn't show. It's on the right, down near the far end.
So, all is well at the doctor's, and my liver enzymes are no longer elevated, which, as the Hubs said, would have been nice to know before I went for the liver scan. Well, whatever. So I can keep taking Tylenol, fortunately, because I think my only other option was to put a hypnotist on retainer.
K was observed teaching today and got very good grades on it, which I totally anticipated because this is a kid with teaching in her blood, third generation, both sides. She came home late because she was working with a kid after school, is totally exhausted, and is going back tonight to help chaperone a dance. I am so proud of her.
My vacation is technically over. What a lovely week it was, no pressure, no big tasks. And I even got something accomplished for work on Monday. It is so incredibly nice to think that my feelings toward work are completely different than they have been for the last two years. A long period of adjustment to moving the library, perhaps.
FAMILY GUY :: ENTRY #1993
READING: Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
Wow, that's so cool to get snippets of your life. I cannot even imagine living where I grew up, though I am fascinated by the idea. We lived in Illinois and Nebraska when I was growing up, and I have yet to be back to those places, though I would dearly love to visit.
ReplyDeleteLast time I checked, our old house -- where we lived till I was fifteen -- had been cut into condos. Whatever.
ReplyDeleteBut we have been in the Cheesebox since the U.D. was a year old, which is a lo-o-o-ng time. She loves being in the old neighborhood.