Unforced errors, a heatwave and a pie

There has been tennis, tennis and more tennis happening in my house this week. Tennis watching on the tele that is, well, it is the US Open after all, with a bevy of excellent players from the US crafting some stunning matches, 25 citizens competing this year. To be fair, there are players representing dozens of countries, coming together here as friendly competitors despite politics or national differences.  Watching these young athletes is pure joy and absolutely inspiring, yet I found myself ruminating over the term “unforced error.” Commentators throw out the term with no thought over its brutal implication. The error is yours. You should have made the shot, but you didn’t. You are the only cause of your losing game. Brutal, right?

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Back to School

Today my classroom is filled with teens and words and art and posters and wood and windows open to the ever-changing sky. This place is one that I have spent close to 200 days a year for 3 decades and has evolved some but mostly stayed very much the same. It pulls me back every August and from within this space one can watch all four seasons come into view and famish into the next. There is often laughter and silliness and curiosity and challenges too. We sit in a circle but that changes too. In this English class there are 20 of us forming thoughts and plotting out ideas and becoming a learning community. It feels a bit daunting at the start of any school year, and today is no different. But time, like water, will soften those anxieties and bring us across the rough spots. My room has wood floors and magnificently tall windows. Along the other three walls hangs student art, much of it reflecting a novel’s theme or character, done in a variety of mediums from collage to watercolor to paint, all adding life and color to the century old walls. The blackboards are covered over but I use the space to share various ideas I want students to consider. This year there is now a wall caddy for cell phones, much to the dismay of many who wish not to surrender theirs, but doing so does help keep a semblance of focus. A classroom is a living breathing place which is always worth a look around. I appreciate mine.

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Celebrate those you Love

If you haven’t recently celebrated any of your loved ones, I would suggest that is exactly what you do before day’s end. Why? Well, for starters, this fleeting life might be reason enough, but I’d say there are plenty among us worthy of streamers and praise and song with dance as an easy flourish.

I will start off in joyous celebration of two birthday twins. Uncle and nephew born under the sign of Virgo who share a special day this week: it is who they are that I celebrate. Of course, there is much time for the little one to show his own divine self, however, he has already revealed a sweet disposition. As for his Funcle, well, to know that guy is to love him: I have yet to find anyone who would dispute that fact. He’s a true summer peach, a misty forest, a fireball and a velvet sunset rolled into one delight.

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