Huzzah!

It's been just over a week, now, since I finished the teacher credentialing program. I am now a credentialed Educational Specialist (Level I). 

Job applications, 

ho ...

I decided to take a few days and decompress from a stressful year, but that's not happening. Life doesn't stop - or even slow down - because I want to rest! 

I have been able to read, though. I've missed it so. I'm reading about George Orwell. Did you know his real name was Eric Blair? I also read Temple Grandin's The Way I See It; a very informative book. When I get a few pennies, I would like to read more by her. That's about all I've read so far; but it's only been a week, and I've been busy. 

I did treat myself to a new book of poetry as a graduation present. It is called Geese in the Fog, by Sylvia Storla Clarke; a retired RN from Chico. I love finding local writers I like. I'd like to share one of her poems. Again, this is by way of celebrating my change in status. I'm no longer a student (for a few months any how) and can enjoy my other title. See if you can guess what that is.

The Grandma House

Once she was a young house

with saplings and a vine,

small white garments, in ballet,

dancing from the line.

Then, she was a lonely house

without a childish song,

who sobbed into her fading eaves

all the seasons long.

But now she is a Grandma-house

with oaks and ivied walls,

cookie jars, and lemon drops - 

and children in her halls.