A school year is defined by chunks that stretch or gather at the seems depending upon the perspective of the person. At this time, we are in the stretch of days being experienced like weeks, and weeks rushing away into hazy memories.
Then, I (we) are trying to just look and remember, to experience with openness, appreciation and thankfulness. To push back on the stress of closing up a two year home, the ending of school years and the graduation of Seniors.
Tonight the four of us headed up to the bar at the golf course for an ice cream and a couple of Cameroonian Guinness’. The area was set up for a dinner and awards ceremony from the Royal Air Maroc sponsored golf tournament so we dragged chairs out of the way and sat overlooking the 8th hole and tried to place things in context.
This we is what we figured out: nothing is everything; happiness is a perspective and resilience is key to being mostly happy, some of the time; Zanzibar should be named Catabar (Shea) and the lack of MS recess is no big deal (Quinn). The beers were empty, the ice cream eaten and we walked back chatting about this and that while the dance music pulsed and the fireflies came out to play. Now Monday wants some attention.