I don't know, exactly, where I want this post to go. I don't know quite why I signed into Typepad and hit the Compose button.
I guess I'm not completely comfortable with my vitriolic entry from Sunday and want a fun, breezy post to usurp it. Though, sadly, I'm not experiencing many fun, breezy thoughts at the moment.
Fruit Bat had to get a filling today, and it didn't go particularly well. There was the fear and the needle and the bumping out of a tooth that was loose but that he wasn't quite ready to part with.
Also, we are up against more food issues at school in the form of a gym teacher who's decided that handing out candy is a good incentive. Because physical education and sticky sweets should always go hand-in-hand.
I just received a mass email from an old high school teacher (who I loved) urging her friends to vote YES on a proposition supporting stem cell research. She has ALS (otherwise known as Lou Gehrig's disease) and reading that this dynamic, energetic woman has to type her emails with a drool rag stuffed in her mouth was almost more than I could bear.
And then there's the late October GRAY. The rain I can hear pattering the roof. The shiny half dollar I'm about to slip under Fruit Bat's pillow. The rumpled bed that's urging me in, but that I'm resisting because I'm a little afraid to shut my eyes and let my brain whirl.
And aren't I just a hoot tonight.
Tomorrow will be better.
And that's why I posted the sunny photo of pumpkins. Apropos of nothing. But cheery anyway.