herbiehancock

My days have been filled with beginnings and endings lately. They are running together in a dreamy watercolor painting sort of way---blending one into the next, the edges soft and muted. Sometimes it is difficult to tell where one stops and the next starts. My younger son starts back to school today. He's a freshman in high school now. I'm not sure how that could be possible, but here we are. So this is a beginning for him. We have been busy with all the usual back to school things: buying clothes and supplies, filling out the umpteen forms that are required by the school every year, he's had his physical from the doctor so that he can play in sports, he has his class schedule set up, orientation meetings have been attended, he has toured the high school building and knows where his classrooms are, and he has met his teachers. He has decided against playing football this year, which is an ending. This was his decision completely, but I have to admit, I am just as hap...