Spring Break

This Spring brought a huge change for me. I spent the last umpteen years carrying the company water: You suck, God is terribly disappointed in you, and you better get your act together or else! All of which is, of course, bullshit.
This year the focus is entirely different.
It is Spring Break.
Spring Break was never a big deal to me as a student. I never went to South Padre, Ft. Lauderdale or any of the other fabulous places to pass a week drunk and assuming Rush Limbaugh is right about women. For one thing, I'm Irish. Irish and sunshine do not mix. You've never seen sunburned unless you've seen Irish sunburned! And I've long believed that if you choose to drink to excess, it's better to do it at home. Saves the other drivers and the ol' Permanent Record. Being the father of daughters makes me happy that earlier behavior toward women was no worse than it was.
Now, suddenly, Spring Break matters! As a Junior High School staff member, Spring Break matters a lot. We've had a good first half of the semester. Now it's time for the home stretch. We've got a lot to do. State achievement tests, fourth nine weeks' tests and finals all loom on the horizon, and there's work to be done to be ready for all that. So stopping for a few days is a good thing.
We're breaking the rhythm at home. We went downtown to ride the Trolley last night. Tuesday will be the Zoo, complete with Dinosaur Exhibit, and, hopefully, feeding the giraffes. There will be a trip to The Pink Palace before the week's out, and that's the Dancing Baby stuff. Grandmommie and I intend to slip out for a couple of lunches, a bookstore day, and one day to just disappear. Again, good to throw the change up occasionally. Oh, a baseball image? That reminds me: the MLB Network is carrying about a billion Spring Training games this week. We'll be checking out a few of those, too. Especially any that originate in Fort Myers.
Back to work a week from tomorrow.
Until then, Time Out!