Plans or Something

Isn't there some cliche about a person's best laid plans? I actually don't know what it is, I only just ever can remember the 'best laid plans' bit, which is itself kind of wrong headed. If I had laid the best possible plans down, they probably wouldn't have been changed as catastrophically as they were…….. Maybe catastrophic is a touch exaggerated.

Anyway, I didn't start school yesterday. I went to the walk-in where both a nurse and then doctor stared at me dubiously, as if I were lying when I said I was pretty sure I had thrush–'are you on steroids?' the doctor asked, her eyebrows raised to heaven. 'No,' I said, 'I just get it every so often.' Her eyes flickered as if she might ask more, like Why, but the moment passed and she decided I had a sinus infection and suggested lozenges and yoghurt for the thrush, which she continued to disbelieve that I had. I could have argued, I suppose, but I went meekly away and spent a soothing hour in Wegmans buying a lot of food I don't normally even see glimpses of. Finally hauled my creaking flesh home and curled up in bed for an hour only to panic and rush back out for Solemn Communion Bibles. And the whole day I felt frustrated because, believe it or not, I really did want to start school. I'm not exactly dancing on a table with happiness like that meme on Facebook, but I'm ready for the scholastic year to get underway and in general I'm a great believer in beginnings. Fresh beginnings. That must be why I'm lying here blogging at 7:30 on the day I definitly am going to start.

So Matt helped me rearrange the school room last night, because I am spatially challenged, and then I took my usual night-before-the-first-day-grainy-pictures.

Here is the room lit up by an insane amount of flash. Realized, after I snapped the picture, how blessed I am to have a school room. I know I battle all the time to keep it picked up, but the fact remains that I don't have to because we have a living and dining room, and when people come over unexpectedly, they can be shown into the living room, which, though generally cluttery, doesn't always look as if a bomb went off. So I should stop whining about everything.

And here is my corner. I sit in the red chair, which rolls easily to any child in need of help, but also guards the school books. I am not actually handing out piles of books this year. They need to take one subject at a time so that we don't lose Everything before October.