Time is flying by

I remember when the weeks seemed so long and the weekends short.  Now the weeks seem to fly by and before we know it another Saturday is upon us.  Our days seem to be well occupied with more tasks than we can accomplish in a 24 hour period. 

I spent the yesterday in my daughter's classroom helping out with an art activity that required more than one pair of hands.  The children made pictures of themselves using collage materials.  There was lots of gluing of yarn hair and body parts.  It was interesting to see how they pictured themselves i.e. color choices for skin and hair.  The girls completed their self-portraits with hair bows and braids.  The boys were just content to get the exercise over with as quickly as possible to resume their play in the block center.  In addition to their artwork each child was asked 3 questions, their age, favorite food and what kind of pet would they wish to have.  The answers were as varied as the kids. 

I had the pleasure of experiencing a fire drill in the middle of the day as well.  The 4 year olds had been instructed earlier in the day about fire drills and what to expect.  But no amount of instruction seemed to help when the alarm sounded loudly overhead.  They all started screaming and crying while running to the nearest exit.  Sheer panic ensued but my daughter calmly regained control and managed to get them in a line to exit the building.  It was very scary for 4 year olds.  Two of the children followed the "big kids" to another part of the playground and had to be escorted back to their assigned group. 

I was so tired when I got home that I fell asleep in the recliner shortly after making touchdown.  When I woke up Ron and I took our mower over to my daughter's house and mowed her lawn.  She and her husband have been separated since last May and we are doing everything we can to support her.  Since the young man who was hired to mow her yard kind of quit on her we decided to just mow it for her.  

I am trying to plan a trip to see my childhood friend in Kingman, Arizona.  After 40 years I can hardly wait to see her again.  She was such a huge part of my childhood and probably the best part.  I can't wait to visit in person.  Don't know when we are going to be able to go but hopefully soon.