Miles to go

Ah, damn it! I fell back a few steps and landed on the 3rd.

Guess i hit a cusp.

Oh well, just gotta keep working at it.

"Whose woods these are i think i know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow..."

Thank you Mr. Frost for those lines. For all the hard times.

Saturday was really crazy with open house. Supposedly one needs to talk (face-to-face) to 13 people per day to stay healthy, well i guess i completed my quota and then some. Actually i think i completed my quota for a whole week! I know, i know, it doesn't work that way! So sue me!

Sunday i was supposed to corriger les devoirs des étudiants et finir mes devoirs de français, but ended up reading my stash of unopened RDs. The whole afternoon.

High point: What did one strawberry say to the other strawberry? "If you were not so fresh, we wouldn't be in this jam!" haha, caught the drift?

Low point: The story of a boy who grew up in foster homes and his young mother who had to give him up. It was a powerful dichotomy, staying together would have meant the end to the boy's life that could have been (he ended up being a lawyer), and staying apart would have meant the end to their lives as they knew and loved. When he finally finds his mother again, she is in a home...all frail, her mind somewhere else...she looks to the side and mutters to the emptiness...as much as to him.

"You know, i tried. I tried."

He tries to concentrate on the space over her shoulder and the closed door that waited beyond. "I know you did". He answers, feeling the burn of a first tear as it escapes and runs down his face. "I know" He repeats. "I know". And they hold each other for a long, long time.

And i cried, with him. For him. For her. For us.

Eh, that's when i hit my cusp.