On Spring Break during Holy Week

I don't think that Catholic Schools should be allowed to have Spring Break during Holy Week. Instead of being all pious and stuff, I have been eating meat and potatoes like a mad woman! That, and lemon cake and stuffed croissants and burgers and hashbrown casserole and much yummy food with much loving people . . . and nut - no not much "celebrating" of the Triduum.

I guess it's much like the roller coaster of life. This whole year (and I speak of years in school years) has felt off. What with Angels, and Kimmy gone, semester scheduling and living in a new place by myself for the first time in a few years, this year has just been different.

Don't get me wrong, it's been good. I've enjoyed getting into my duplex in the beautiful Riverside - especially the getting to take walks by the river part! I've enjoyed getting to play with the many babies that seem to be making their appearance by the armful. I don't, however, feel as though I've "gotten" it, whatever it may be.

I'm accomplishing a lot; I have started my book - one of those things I wanted to do someday. I live in a place that I love. I have become a godmother to two of the cutest babies in the world (If you think you see one at Borders you probably do - they're smart kiddos!). I got to go camping in the mountains of Canada and eat fruit fresh from Pike's Market in Seattle. I feel like I'm coming into my own - whatever that may mean. I also, however, feel like I'm draggin behind in some areas. I'm not sure what they are, I just feel that they are lagging somehow.

I think it comes from that feeling that something is just around the bend. I don't know what that something will be, just that it is taking it's time at the coming.

106

From 2, there have come 103 (soon to be 106).

I attended the rosary for Mildred Ashford last night. She was Kimmy's grandma. And from this one woman and her husband there have come 106 other human beings.


I live my little single Lisa life. I go to school. I teach kids about books and words and life and God. I get mad at my sophomores for not listening or learning about books and words and life and God. I come home and eat dinner by myself and attempt to have some semblence of a life. I hope that I'll meet the man who will love me and want to spend his life with me.

But 106. And yet, I have more students than that in a given semester. So why does this number seem so big to me?

As many of you know, I'm not good at staying it touch with people. It doesn't occur to me to call up people when I miss them. And many times, when it does, I have a fear that they will have something better to do then to talk to me.

Even so, there's this hope of the more, of the bigger, of the epic. Hope of the 106. Grandma Ashford, as you approach the heavenly throne, please pray that I too may approach the epic that will be my dash in life.