The Write Future

Today I spoke to four classes of 7th graders during their annual Career Day. This was the first time I've ever had enough of a career to consider volunteering, so I'm still buzzing--12 hours after the fact. I also didn't sleep well last night because my brain was trying to figure out what to say, so I'm not super coherent at this point. I can, however, share a bullet-list of notables:

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Same Moment 35 Years Apart

I was looking for photos in my stash that might be used to build the Freight Collective webpage. For as many times as we've moved and driven cross country, I was sure I had some photos of vans filled with boxes or convoys of 18 wheelers. Instead, I ran across this. It is a scan of a slide my grandpa took in the 1970's when he and my grandma toured (West) Germany and Austria. At first I thought, "This dear man has been pedaling uphill for 35 years and he's not even breaking a sweat."

Transition

I almost didn't post today. As an act of resignation. Giving up on the post-a-day challenge without even lasting the month. But then my son asked me to help him with a heraldry assignment for Social Studies. I ended up digging through my old England shots again and found a few that I need to revisit, including the one above. Now I'm glad I took the time because the original never did justice to the moment. A moment of transition. My daughter's transition to a new time zone in a new country. My transition from planning to executing the dream vacation. The day's transition to night. Rain to fog. Still air to driving wind.

Shock and Awe

I'm sleep deprived and the day's adrenaline has totally worn off, so I won't belabor any descriptions of the day. Just a fragmented list from a fragmented mind: 5:30 a.m. shock: I asked the people arguing outside my hotel room window to be quiet...and they complied. 7:00 a.m. shock: The hotel clerk actually said "sorry about that" when I honestly answered his "How was your stay?"