May 9, 2019 - Thursday morning
40 degrees/heavy clouds/breezy'
Pentoga Road

It's the ten minute drill again this morning as I simply overslept. With the rain pounding down on the metal roof overhead, the bedroom window wide open, and snuggled next to my Sargie, I awakened at the regular time, but drifted back into a blissful slumber. Reawakening with a start, it's been giddy up ever since.

Yesterday was a good one in the second grade room. There are a lot of seven and eight year olds, over twenty, and Lord, they are loud. Thankfully, Christina, the regular classroom teacher, has their schedule organized to where there's no down time what-so-ever. She subscribes to the adage of Idle hands are the devils playground, and thankfully, there are few idle hands during the day, just eager, active, loud, voices.

As of now, this is my last scheduled day of subbing for the year. Though I'll miss the little munchkins, faculty, and staff, and no doubt, will be chomping at the bit to go back at some point next fall or winter, I'm ready to fade back into a relative obscure retirement. 

I do have to say this. Subbing this year has made the winter fly by and allowed me to really appreciate the few idle days I've had to myself. I'm actually ahead of schedule on the spring and summertime projects I've planned to accomplish, so that tells me that by subbing, I've made better use of the time home that I could call my own. 

I'm going to miss my school family, Principal Neil, Miss Holly, and the gang. Being the educational social butterfly that I am, I've made some great acquaintances and more than one friend. I haven't felt this close to a group of people since the days of Uncle Bobby, Tiffany, Mandy Jo, and Coffee with the Grandpas, years ago in Sitka. It feels good, mighty good.

Well, anyway, I'm just reflecting on this past school year and honestly, I don't have time for that this morning. In fact, I need to get my (as Hambone says) bummers in gear and head to Florence Elementary, Home of the Purring Bobkitties.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...