It’s Saturday morning again, it happens every week. I look forward to the day and the day following, but they disappear before I know it. It’s eleven degrees and snowing. It’s still winter, we had snow Tuesday evening into Wednesday morning, bitter cold followed. But, we were at school; Thursday and Friday morning were cold, but sunny, which make a world of difference. I had outdoor bus duty, greeting the buses as they pulled into the parking lot and unloading. I did my best to brighten the student’s day with a hearty, ‘Goooooood Morning, welcome to a new day at in middle school…’ a la Robin Williams from “Good Morning Vietnam.” I don’t know if it makes a difference to them, but it gives me a boost and keeps me warm.
Friday was the seventh grade’s annual field trip to the Museum of Science and Industry. We’ve been going for eleven years and as much as I enjoy the field trip, I believe it has outlived its usefulness. I’m sad to say it, and I’ll be a minority when we reflect on the trip as a grade level. But, I’ll speak my mind. I need to, it’s the right thing to do.
I enjoyed my time at the museum and enjoyed getting to know my group. We visited the Human Body exhibit, which is the purpose of our trip, but we rushed through it. We watched as chicks hatched in the Genetics and Chick Hatchery exhibit, and we saw the U-505. I got my group photo at the submarine, and I’ll write my thank you notes this weekend. But, we didn’t really slow down or stop to process any of the information or absorb what was there. I learned all sorts of things and my kids did too. I learned that when you out your hand on a frost window, it leaves a clear handprint. I learned it’s a long way to Chicago, especially when there is an accident ahead on the expressway. I learned kids are pretty creative and patient when the times call for it. I was reminded that there is a lot of work I need to do like filling in the blanks for my kids. I often forget how much they don’t know and how curious they can be when given the chance to show it. But, I am disappointed we didn’t get more from the museum than we did. Time, we don’t get any more, no one does.
Friday night was different. For a moment, time stopped. It was my last daddy daughter dance with O at the elementary school. Next year she’s off to middle school, but for now, she is my little girl, our little girl. It was my fifth daddy-daughter dance, and last, we’ve only missed one and it was because we chose to go north for the long weekend instead.
It was a nice evening and we danced. We danced the electric slide, several fast dances that did a number on my knees, and a couple of slow songs where I could give her a big hug to let her know how much I love her. We danced to “Shout” which was the first song I ever danced with B. That was a long time ago, and for a moment, a bright shining moment, time stood still.
We finished the evening with at the ice cream shop for a sundae on Friday night with several other dads. I suppose ice cream with our sweeties isn’t such a novel idea. Then we came home to watch that last bit of the Winter Olympic opening ceremony. Gladly, or sadly, football is done for the season and after a lame Super Bowl and my lamer prediction, I am onto a new sport or sports, at least for the next two weeks. The commercials were the best part of the Sunday night broadcast. I liked the Bob Dylan Chrysler commercial; B and O liked the Chevy commercial with the eligible bachelor. What can I say, we like cars. Watching the Super Bowl reminded me of the last time I watched a lame Bronco for a couple of hours. The Chrysler commercial is all about American pride and the Olympics are the ultimate display of nationalism. I’ll be watching, when I can, but I’ll be rooting the good ol’ USA.
The sun is rising earlier and earlier every morning. When I climbed out of bed yesterday morning, I saw a bright spot on the horizon. It was Venus. It was gone, washed away in the bright light of the new day by the time I was driving to school. The sun rose in brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows painting the eastern sky. Today, we have ten hours twenty minutes of daylight, but it’s cloudy and snow is swirling through the air with big puffy flakes. Ivy is lying at my feet and if I don’t get a move on, the sun will set, before I accomplish anything. Today is gonna be a great day, full of memories, full of possibilities, and full of moving forward. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one step at a time. Putting my best foot forward.
What is on your horizon this bright shiny day?