Two more official days in this school year.

I’m tired.  The kids are wired.

I have my oldest child graduating and the whole tango between the ex’s family and my interests is beginning.  If it is this much pressure at graduation, I can only imagine what the marriage ceremony will be like.

I think I’ll just stand back here in the corner, give her a kiss as she passes by and not make any trouble.

I’m ready for summer.

I loved this school year.  It was the best one I’ve had in the last 15 years.  I’m sad to see it end.  I hear the tune, “We May Never Pass This Way Again” drifting melodically through my mind daily now.

What is this life?

Is it just bits and pieces of postive joy and bitter angst all mushed together somehow…or is it something more?  Is there a bigger picture?  A grander design?

Or do we just go off and become fodder for worms? 

I don’t know that just seems so anticlimactic to me.

I like the grander design thing, but then I’ve always been accused of being an idealist.  That particular quality has not been diminished with age or experience…is that a good thing?