Summer pt. 10

Orientation next week; excited, nervous. Most of all, I just want the year to begin.
8 to 4, M-F. It will be a long week.
Following week: institute days on Wednesday and Thursday; first day, 1/2 day, Friday.

My classroom is 90% finished. Have a few things left to do: display areas. I have them all drawn out. I just have to make the artifacts. Debating a couple of purchases. Not really in the position to do so, as all of my RSP205 money is now spent (but it did last through the beginning of August).
Very hot on Wednesday. The walls 'sweat,' so nothing sticks, not even using the gorilla tape. Nick, the assistant principal, told me to use hot glue. Interesting.

David's grandmother passed away on Sunday night; funeral Thursday.
Family arguments about money, mainly stemming from Tina, and Fred was not mentioned in the obituary. She was in charge of planning the events, spending money before speaking with David and Denise, then asking for funds. David caved-in a bit at the end, paying for a few things. I assume Denise and Fred may have done the same.
I did not know her at all, meeting her once or twice in ten years. I believe David spent more time with my grandmother in Louisiana, than with his own nearly around the corner.

Thursday, after the visitation, I raced to the city for ink work. Color on the arm. This work hurt a bit, and I am still feeling a bit of pain. I believe I do have some sort of reaction to the ink. Perhaps body is just getting a bit old for all of the stress. Tim is booked through the New Year.

So my summer is over; transition as one brief chapter beginning, with another just to begin. Looking back, I find myself, once again, with the realization that nothing much was accomplished over this span of time. A bit of panic, a bit of remorse, when confronted with unfinished projects. Mainly, it is just a slap in the face.
I can plan and make the lists, but it all comes down to desire, and then procrastination.