this morning it was about 60, and if I was going to wear a little shirt, I would need a more-than-little layer to keep me warm on top, so, I dug out a couple of jackets, weighed them against my choice of boot (ref heel!) and ended up blazer-ing. the last time I wore this particular blazer, and carried around my portable cup of yet another earl grey variation, it must’ve been when I worked at the school– my school, with my kids and our fun days. walking down the block this morning, as wood bent under my feet, welcoming me back into my weathered step, I felt old-young, remembering how I used to take care of those people, and then how I used to make mistakes. it’s a peculiar feeling, when you realize you messed up. teaching is a continuous reminder to stay gentle, apologize, and work together.
9/19/23
(unfinished thoughts)