This Back to School Thing
Crazy. That words describes the morning. The phone has been ringing (I admit, some of the calls are more personal then work related) consistently. I am getting ready to take a class with a mentor in a week or two, and you would think it was my first day at school. Ah the joys, the fun of buying pencil cases (how I miss the crayons - a crisp box of sharpened crayons), lunch boxes (my mum made mine - it was more of a lunch satchel), and books to be covered out of brown paper sacks (my da did that and in his best scrawl he labeled the book with my name). I also was allowed a new wardrobe each Fall. My best friend (which abruptly changed after school started) and I had matching outfits (her mum made those).
It is so much more complicated now. At my age, its not so much about fashion trends, but comfort and professionalism. Should I wear jeans? A pants suit (how did I get so old that I would consider such a thing)? I have my iTouch (with my schedule and contacts enabled) and a handy, leather-styled notepad. The books have come from an online book seller and they are mine to keep. Yet, like the camper I used to be, labels abounding, I feel the urge to designate all my stuff as my own (how did I get so anal?). Since I don’t have my da to scrawl my name across everything thing or my mum to embroider it, I am using computer generated labels. They are simple and clean. Color labels seem the way to go and how much easier it would have been for my da to have cranked them out on a Dymo label maker. I would have been terribly hip. Yet, the memory probably would have been more of my da cranking through a dozen possibilities and lots of sticky, labels all over the work table (and me).
But enough of the memories. My time grows short. I am later than I would care to be for this posting. I have to go buy some sort of cool new pen to take notes.
