It was my first day back to work since November 14. I really thought I'd get bored, but I never did. I did spend one day taking care of my mom (all her finances are in order! and all the children have access to help her) and one day with company, but mostly, I went through all the pictures (I used to take them incessantly) and put them in albums. Well, part of them anyhow. How sad is it that I was married 11 years and it took me another four years after the marriage was over to put the photos into an album? (grin) I did it for the boy. There is such joy on his parents' faces and all those who love them surrounding them. I want his memories to include that. I have another entire album of just places and animals; another album for the house we remodeled and created gardens; three separate albums for the boy when he was 0-11 months, 12 months, and 13-24 months; and I still have "life before LF". I only got 2/3 done.

Fortunately/unfortunately, now I want to get back to taking photos. I found a program online (I just knew they'd have one! hurray!) and made some digital photos into postcards for my parents. Mom keeps saying I could quit my job with as well as I take photos. I could see a sideline job? It started out warm, and we didn't even wear coats when we left for school and work. LF keeps saying it must be Indian summer? looking for it. It's funny how being older makes you see how ephemeral it all is, as I keep saying in my head, then enjoy it! because it won't last but an instant. Today, we have on coats (and cold boy has on a hat with gloves) with an umbrella. Sounds like autumn in the south ;) It's really 40-60 all day/night long, so I don't know why I even wore a coat?

I am stuck at a crossroads. I want LF to raise his own money for marching band, but I love doing the fund raising, parking cars. I get to talk to people and probably do what a lot of people dream of doing. I get to be like a cop, directing traffic. Coming into an event, that's just fun. They're all there to have a good time, enough to have spent money on it, and I know just where to send them. Although Saturday was my last weekend for university football, it was the most fun! UT played Vandy and they're huge rivals. The streets were filled, the parking lot was filled. Orange tents, pants, flags... and loads of sparkly gold pom poms with black outfits. All kidding with each other. I was waving this car that directions, a line of them that direction, and every once in a while, answering questions. There are always stories to tell at the end of the day, and really, this time, I didn't have any? Just too busy. The police sergeant and I like to imagine life for the rich girls getting out of the car (dropped at the door and not walked in? what are those girls thinking?!!!!) or the little old man who delivers flowers every game day. Oh, last time I parked? There was a strange man with a strange gait about him. I thought, what-the?! As he passed by my co-worker (not the police officer) he was mumbling to her, "Cocaine, cocaine, he knows (pointing at the officer and putting his head down, shaking it), he knows, bust my ____ (another name for a donkey), bust my _____". She burst into laughter. What was that all about? So we joked all day long about how that crazy man was probably jacked up on drugs and worried to death about how the officer was gonna get him. He wasn't there for the game, just passing through, as it's kind of close to downtown. I can't see me quitting, but I am doing all the fund raising. Should I make him do it? It is the principle, after all. But it's so much fun!

Back to the grind, but much more refreshed after resting, cleaning, reminiscing, ready to get to work!