Come celebrate your week with Ruth Ayres at Discover-Play-Build. It's a pleasure to share with others the joys of the week!
It is not so easy to gather the good things of this week that was also filled with heartbreak for families I don't know, but I hope that somehow peace will come for them. I also understand it was hard for many of us from afar as we heard and watched the news. And I kept remembering the quote from R.J. Palacio's Wonder: "When given the choice between being right and being kind, choose kind." And although many did not choose kind, some did, and I celebrate that.
I had a great time participating in the PB10for10 hosted by Cathy Mere and Mandy Robek last Sunday. And I celebrate that I found many of the books recommended at my library, and have many of them already checked out! Fun to be able to read the books, and fun to save money too!
My granddaughter Ingrid had her tonsils out Monday. I stayed with her Tuesday and wanted so much to find some way to take her mind off how much it hurt. Books helped, but only for a little while. Mostly sleep is to be celebrated this time. We knew no matter how much she was told that it would be a shock, and it was. I celebrate that she's better, that having it done will result in good things for her, but it's not been an easy week for her (and her parents).
I continue to celebrate my wonderful colleagues. I went into my school several times after Tuesday, and had great beginning conversations with several. Creating big plans that will help our students grow in a variety of ways is just fun.
And, among all the books I read, this time I celebrate one book. Someone recommended Ralph Fletcher's Ordinary Things, Poems From A Walk in Early Spring, with gorgeous black and white sketched illustrations by Walter Lyon Krudop. It is special. I thought of so many of you who write of your walks through words and pictures, the tiny things that make you smile. This is that kind of book, filled with what Ralph Fletcher saw, then wrote about, on his walk. So I celebrate the finding of it, and then, I opened the book to read, and found that it is an autographed copy! I am thrilled. Here is the rest: Fletcher signed and wrote a note to a Lorrie, and as I read, another small piece of paper fell out, a note showing that "Lorrie" had passed it on to an "Allana". I wish I knew why each gave the book up and it ended in a used bookstore, but I'm glad it did, because now I have the pleasure of it.
The opening poem ends with "Each footstep is like a word
as it meets the blank page
followed by a pause
before the next one:
step, step word . . . "
Like our days, right? Step, step, word!