FOOTPRINTS ON ICE

Everyday, sometime after 7pm I buckle the belt that holds the holster for my 357 Magnum, and head out on to the tundra to walk my dog. I noticed one day, that there is only one set of footprints where I walk. Mine. Frozen solid onto the thick ice of the lake. At first the solitary gray prints molded onto ice and snow made me feel lonely, longing for a human companion to accompany me. But, I've come to realize those are the prints of an adventurer, a woman of inner strength, a loner.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

First day of school

It's over, the first day. No matter how many 1st days I have, I can't help but have anxiety over them..until they're over.and it is over. I have a class or 6...eat your hearts out, those of you in the lower 48. Yes, 6 first and second graders. They are all cute and full of energy. They tired me out..but they shall keep me young as well. On to the second day..

1 comment:

BelugaAugust 18, 2010 at 10:27 PM
it is a sad state of affair when one is answering one's own blog.
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