Roots

Blog!  I got my wisdom teeth out.  So now they are gone. So sad.  Bye guys, someone should play "Taps", right?

Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky

All is well, safely rest
God is nigh.

Nigh, Blog.

I haven't been taking care of my little Bloggy Butt.  Are you okay? You look thinner.

I don't feel any dumber.  So I guess that's a crock.

Here we are, Blog, there was the Spring Fair.  That's right.  Mama rocked the house and took the kids to the Spring Fair the day after she got her wisdom teeth out.  And I noticed something interesting.  I am struggling with how to describe it but when I grew up there was one classroom scene over and over.  Same kids, same class. All the same players.  Yes, at some point during Miss Flood's science class Chris Nolan is going to flip his chair over.  He'll be rocking back and forth on the chair and Kablamo! It's a given. One school, one scene.  And that felt very safe.

But at the Spring Fair, everyone seemed..... scattered.  Is that how it is, now, Blog?  Is it urban versus suburban? but no because I read all the Judy Blume books.  I did my time.  Judy had the same cast of characters coming back again.  Now it seems like there are four first  grades and seven second grades and so on.  Lots of peeps.  Its very hard to make play dates and socialize in this scattered venue.  Mama struck up a scintillating conversation with some red heads at the Spring Fair, and thought, interesting peeps for sure.   Let's go get a grilled cheese with tomato! And the rapscallions are like, I'm sorry I have to go polish my marble statue of Mary Magdalene. Pardon me.

I guess it's happenstance. Some people settle, and others logistically keep moving.  But I was struck today by the dichotomy of consistency versus wanderlust.  And I do wonder what effect it has on my children.  Those that have roots feel safer, I think.  But kids that are always "the new girl" get to add that element of pizzazz.  Hey.  I am shiny and new.  Who doesn't love that?