This afternoon, after a day of training teachers, I decided to sit outside on the patio behind the little house, to drink iced tea and to write in my black journal.
I love the color of the new bougainvillea I bought this past weekend.
It is the hottest of pinks, and I like the way it looks against the crushed limestone. .
So as I pondered and wrote, I began to wonder when the high school band would start summer band practice.
For you see, when the band plays, or the football announcer announces, I can hear it in our backyard, and I am in heaven.
That made me think about growing up in the country- on a ranch- far, far from town.
One of my favorite fantasies involved marching around our yard, twirling my baton, blowing my whistle , and giving orders to my imaginary band mates.
It was so much fun.
It was either that or pretending I was in the spotlight dance on American Bandstand (in my lavender bedroom with the lavender carpet) staring in the mirror.