Defenestrate

So, Matthew and I left his parent’s home for the hotel last night, when we noticed that someone had broken into our vehicle. It was kids. They took a $10 charger and some of Matthew’s nice cologne. Then we got to the hotel and realized Matthew’s book was missing. That hit Matthew hard. The book was from his grandfather … a first-edition Louis L’Amour novel, “Papa .. well.” (Don’t quite remember the spelling.) Matthew was truly bummed.

Well. Happy ending. I walked out in the morning and found the book in the center console. Yeah! That book was irreplaceable. Matthew says no more taking his grandfather’s books out of the house.

Matthew got me a large picture of my favorite picture … the lady in red dancing barefoot on the beach. Matthew recieved a two-year subscription to “Woodworking.” That makes two wood-working magazines he gets. He is really exicted about that.

tonight at 5Pm. An SUV went through one of our Echo classrooms. (Echo= every child has opportunity). I am so thankful that the school was not in session as the accident happened around noon.

Anyway, it is a big bummer because it stops our ability to make that the music room. And we’ll have students with autism transitioning back into school after the break, as well as having to transition to a completely different classroom location. (a double wham.)

I don’t even know if the driver was injured …

Matthew and I are heading down to his family’s house for Christmas and then we’ll stop by my dad’s new place on Sunday. It will be a GREAT weekend.

Something odd has been going on over the past month. It really rotates around three things. (When stuff happens in sets of three, I have learned to pay attention.)

1) My mother’s Bible went missing and is gone.

2) The car that was my mother’s was stolen, totalled and recovered.

3) And the house where my mother died is no longer my inheritence. (I am okay with that.)

Okay. I’ m not okay with one … really big  issue with that. The lilac tree in the back yard. I almost weep every time I think about it. I’ll be calling my dad to see if there is any way he can dig it out and transplant it to his new home. It is that important to me. Or get clippings of it and start it small and grow it big again.

BUT I NEED SOME PART OF THAT TREE. I cannot stand the thought of losing it. I wish I could explain the history behind that tree, but it is very, very, very important.

Outside of that, trip to Mexico was amazing. For details, call me. (Too much to type.)