It is hard to imagine that school starts on August 7th, but it does. What were they thinking. It's 100 degrees. The kids have bought out the stores and have their back to school clothes, shoes, notebooks, and bookbags. At 7:30 in the morning they will descend upon us: out of control freshmen to burned out seniors. It's no party.

I have been working steadily for two weeks and did not get around to the things I wanted hung on the walls. Curriculum is always the struggle for choral directors. What is the appropriate literature for these unique choirs that you'll have this year?

The children came down to visit tonight, and Kent. We had laughs and kept our mind off tomorrows commencement. Isn't it odd that schools end is called commencement? Shouldn't it be TERMINATION! The Syllibi are done. The bus drivers have practiced their routes. What will we do for 180 days.

It's hard to blog with so much on my mind. You get in this sort of frantic zone.

Went to the funeral of the husband of a friend today. He was 54. My age. Life is so fragile. Have fun everyday because one day when you may least expect it, you are just out of time.