Second Entry, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
As usual, I couldn't sleep past 6, even on a non-school day. Too much going on in my head, too much precious morning air to breathe and quiet morning light to enjoy. As I began the coffee pot this morning and sat down to check out some websites I'd saved to evaluate for possible use in my classes, the phone rang. But I wasn't startled, not anymore. For the past two weeks, Pete and I have begun a morning phone call--usually at 7:15 on my way to school, but on non-school days, he calls me--early. "And why did you even think I'd be up already?" I asked in greeting. He laughed and said, "You got your hand up Tom's ass already?" What? I thought to myself? Tom's ass? Then it dawned on me--Tom the Turkey! We were having a houseful for Thanksgiving dinner. "Not yet," I said, "but give me an hour." Good to know Pete still has his sense of humor. We certainly need that humor and the lighter side of life as we heal.