What is the What

"I look across the roofs of cars and into the field that spreads out beyond. I close my eyes against the white sky and see the yellow of a falling sun. I can see her clearly now, moving swiftly down the path toward me, walking her tall gangly walk. I should be home. It seems wrong wrong that I am not home with her."

This is a passage from the last chapter of What is the What by Dave Eggers. The narrator is talking about his mom. It makes me want to call my mom!

That's the what

32

I turned 32 and planted a weeping cherry tree yesterday.

I miss writing more substantive things than Facebook status updates so I might again soon.

High school Prep courses ("Summer Bridge") has started and I'm working that, so my summer is pretty much over. In past years, I have enjoyed it, but this year, teaching the same lesson ten times to ten different groups of kids is really killer. Just boring to the max.