Monday starts a new school year for my 11th-grade son. I hope that we all can start fresh with new attitudes, new commitments to what is important, and can support each other in our endeavors. I cannot believe Dan will be in 11th grade. Just yesterday,it seems, he was in preschool, carrying home his cool art projects in his school tote bag. Now he carries 30 pounds worth of books on his broad shoulders and his art projects have turned into textbooks, heavy binders, and homework.
Today I got really lucky. I was headed down our street, on the way to pick up my oldest son from work. A huge, red SUV came barreling down a side street and ran a stop sign. I swerved, slammed on the brakes, ended up on the grass next to the sidewalk, and waited to hear the metal crunch and the glass shatter. We missed a collision by 1/8 of an inch. I feel blessed. As fast as he was going, I am sure I would have been badly injured, and I definitely would have lost the use of my car. We both got out of the car to check on each other. Neither one of us could believe we did not hit. I accepted his apology, shook his hand, and went on my way. Talk about having a guardian angel.
Time to figure out dinner, fill out umpteen forms for the opening day of school, and knit.
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