Sunday, October 12, 2014

Life Happens

It seems I took an unplanned hiatus from blogging. I mean, if you read my blog, you know I'm a spaz anyway, but I haven't blogged since March! Life happened. I'm still around. I'm still drawing clip art & I'm still a librarian, but I just didn't feel like blogging... Or when I felt like it, I didn't have time. 

Things have been a whirlwind since that last post. You all know how the end of a school year is, then summer was a blur of library inventory & travel. I went to Chicago, Mobile, New Orleans, and Orange Beach... In that order! I got back just in time for school to start. 

Me at a tiny Dr. Seuss gallery I stumbled upon 
in New Orleans. I wish I could've afforded 
something! There were LOTS of originals. 

We had a shindig for my MeeMaw's 93 birthday. We sang, we danced, we stuffed our faces, she laughed & talked me into eating a hot pepper (which I love usually) that was hotter than the fires of H-E-double hockey stick, almost literally ROTFL at my red face & me fanning my poor scalded mouth. 

That very night she fell, went into the hospital & never came home again. 

She was amazing. At 93 she had more energy than I do at 36. I'm not kidding. She planted a garden every year. She still drove. She worked one day per week because she loved to get out of the house. She was funny and frisky. She sang like an angel before her voice began to crack with age.

 Guess who she's sticking her tongue out at? :-) 

I miss her very much and some days I just want to work on going through the pictures I've inherited and write down stories before I forget them. This has made it even harder to get motivated for everything else. 

I'm not depressed... In fact, I'm not sure how I feel. Blessed perhaps? I had her happy and healthy for 36 years. I'm so very grateful for that, but there's a MeeMaw shaped hole in my life. 

All of this has made me think about how very short life really is. Even 93 years isn't long enough! Do I want to spend every waking minute on things for school? No. People, I love my job, but it's still a job. I feel awful about all of the chances I wasted... All of the time I could have spent with her. A lot of that time was spent working outside of the school on school related tasks. Some of the remainder was squandered on mental exhaustion. You know what I mean. 

By all means, be a great educator. Just don't forget the ones you love and don't let it monopolize your time. 

You may have seen less of me, but you haven't seen the last of me. I'm still here trying to be the best at I can be at all aspects of life. I don't enjoy mediocrity. We all must find our balance.