Just returned from the Central Middle School Academic Awards Ceremony. Sarah, like last year. got awards for Social Studies, World Languages, and Academic Achievement. I'm so proud of her I could just burst, yet she is the humblest person alive. To her it's just a matter of anything less just wouldn't be right.
It makes me think back to my grade school/middle school years, and we didn't really have these kind of recognitions. Or maybe we did, and I just wasn't invited. (That's more likely the case.)
I liked grade school, but was as shy as all get-out. I was a runner-up vote as most shy kid in my 8th grade class. Just an introvert. I think I've grown out of it a bit, but if you know me, I'm still a pretty private person. A stuffer and a bit of a loner. (That's loner with an 'n', not an 's'.)
For instance, I was never one much for sleeping over at friends' houses. Ben would do it every weekend, if given the chance. He's so social, and I don't know where he gets it. (It's not from his Mother either.)
On a different subject, a house up the street has what amounts to an English garden that traverses their entire house. Very well maintained and all of that. I find myself stopping (or slowing) by it every time I walk the dog now. There must be a thousand different perennials in that thing and there's always something in bloom. So I officially know I am getting old when I not only notice this, but it's amazing to me. The homeowners are nuts and twigs kind of people; nice enough.
I wish I had that love for gardening, but I don't. In fact I hate it. We just got a rain barrel this weekend and the thought of hooking it up sounds like a lot of work. It won't be, but to someone who hates yard work with a passion, it's work, believe me.
Well, Tuesday looms and I'm weary from my Monday, so I'll blog off...