Today is the day that I've been waiting for.
Today is the day that every year I call my friend Derek to see if he knows what time I have to be at work tomorrow (the answer, of course, is "August").
Today was my last official day of work for the 2014-2015 school year.
As I've mentioned previously, I've got a ton of work to do over the summer, but nothing that can't be done from the comforts of my own home. I wonder if my students realize that their class schedules are finalized as their counselor sits on the couch in his boxers.
I left work today with no real agenda -- didn't need to rush home but had nowhere I necessarily wanted to go. And this is exactly what I love about the summertime. The uncertainty of what each day will bring is refreshing as is the potential for all-out laziness. I decided to head to Friar Tuck to pick up a small toast to the end of another school year (for those of you unfamiliar with Friar Tuck, it's a liquor store chain that I can describe simply as a large grocery store that doesn't sell groceries -- just booze). As I pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall where Friar Tuck is located, I had to do a double-take when I saw the space that once housed a pretty awesome locally-owned book store.
It was a new Goodwill!
Now for the record, I hate that the bookstore is gone, but if I could have picked something to fill this large commercial space, it would be a Goodwill (or a White Castle, but I digress). We've already got a Goodwill on the other side of town but a new store means new junk for me to discover! But, man, was I disappointed. I truly believe that 90% of what was in this store was crap that they couldn't sell at the other store. Although I was tempted to pay a few bucks for an adult-size "Here Comes Trouble!" t-shirt, I passed and left with nothing.
On to Friar Tuck.
I figured I'd treat myself to a bottle of some random beer from their massive wall of random beers and maybe an airplane bottle of something with a kick. I grabbed a tiny bottle of Wild Turkey and then it was time to decide on a beer. After two trips up and down the beer wall, I decided to grab one that I've wanted to try for a long time but always passed up because of its somewhat hefty price tag.
Okay. Full disclosure. I've always wanted to try it simply because of its name. That's it.
Here's to the end of another school year. Cheers.
For the record, there were several other possibilities that didn't quite make the cut this time around.
I was able to step away from my office for a bit today so I could attend a fairy tale performance in Charlotte's first grade classroom. She did a fantastic job in her role as a pig in "The Great Big Enormous Turnip" and the narrator in "Chicken Licken."
Couldn't be prouder of this girl.
With today being my last day of work, it was also the last day for our nanny, Cami, who has been such an enormous help to us this year! Bringing someone into our home to care for our kids during the workday had the potential for being a bit worrisome, but we could not have been any luckier than to find Cami who has been such a wonderful influence on our kids. Although we said goodbye to her as our nanny over dinner tonight, we all look forward to staying connected with her as a friend and an extension of our family.
Two things showed up in today's mail. First, a signed picture of another key member of Mister Rogers' neighborhood -- Bob Brown, who ran the Neighborhood marionette shop in the 1970s.
There's a bit of a backstory to the other item that showed up in today's mail.
My mom's youngest sister was born with Down syndrome -- small in size, she was nicknamed "Dinky" at a young age. We grew up with Dink -- a very special person in our family. With declining health over the past few years, Dink passed away just a few weeks ago at the age of 52 -- many years beyond the few doctors told my grandmother she would live when she was born.
Here's Dinky and me back in 2000. She flipped people the bird with her index finger; hence my hand gesture. She also gave rabbit ears with three fingers; hence hers.
Remembering my Aunt "Dink" conjured up memories of one of my favorite bands from my college days -- a band called Dink. Snooping around online, I was thrilled to find a recent documentary about the band and wasted no time in picking up a copy (along with a bunch of other Dink stuff I found that I didn't realize ever existed).
The documentary -- Gangrene -- arrived today.
Here's Dink in their prime as well as the trailer for the documentary itself:
Can't wait to give this a look!
The Summer of Tim continues...