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30 July 2007

I ended up not killing my sister this weekend so all is well. Sort of. For now. In the typical way we are, things are fine. I ignored her, she ignored me, I managed not to commit a felony on my mother's birthday. My family does drive me batty of late, I think because I've been home a lot and not distracted by work.

School starts on the 15th with kids, the 13th for staff. My room has furniture finally, 25 desks, filing cabinet, teacher desk. My mom's going up there with me tomorrow to start decorating and cleaning. It's dirty in the way classrooms are dirty. And I'm particular about my classroom because I spend so much time in there. I prefer not to have the filth, the odd leftover staples on the wall. Especially at the start of school. The sooner my students see how dress-right-dress I am, they realize they can't be pigs. So we're going to get started tomorrow. It'll be good to start moving stuff in there. I'm tired of looking at my half filled garage and after 2 solid months of vacation, I'm ready to start thinking about work again.

This has been a good summer. I've traveled, worked on the house, seen friends, enjoyed the sun. The only thing left is to hit the beach. I haven't walked on the sand in a while. But the best part has been living in my very own house again with my dog. He snores. He farts. He drools. He tries to attack the mailman. He buries his treats in the yard. He refuses to walk on the lawn when it's too long. He lays down loudly and dramatically at night, like he's absolutely exhausted from all that walking to the kitchen and back. He runs out to the car when he thinks we're going for a ride. He can manage to put his cold wet nose everywhere I don't want it to be. But I love him just the same.

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