Diary of a Wom'n

I've decided to write a book of short love stories taken from different countries. Each story will have distinct cultural references and allusions. The book will be framed as a memoir.

A few days ago, I told Randy "I'm going to throw you out if you don't settle down" and he said, "Where are you going to throw me, in the trash can?"

I could've responded "No, into the principal's office" but instead I laughed at his innocence.

I've also decided to join the gym by my house in the evenings starting September or even August. I will obviously have to get rid of my evening hours (which I will do so gladly with a parade behind me) and I will stop my tutoring classes with my Saturday and Sunday kids. I know my Sunday kids won't let me go without a fight.

Lastly, I've decided to take an online AQ course at OISE for the Primary division because I would like to make myself more available at k-8 schools and also, it would suit me well as I came upon an interesting development today by way of Mr. Wise wherein the JB PS might apparently turn into a k-8 school. That would actually be very great because I would love to see the small kids in the school. I don't think that will happen until 2010 or 2011, however. By that time, Courtney may be gone as he informed me that he wants to become principal of a school. That would suit me just fine too!

GW

What a week. And it's still Tuesday.

I found this beautiful blog authored by a NY woman who picked up her belongings (what could fit in a suitcase) in 2006 and left for Mali to start a brand new life. That's where she met the love of her life, married him and permanently moved there to share a life together. She's sublimely happy. Her way of writing is so beautiful and warm. All her entries tell a story. She writes about the people in her life in the frame of a love story. I feel like I've come to know these people she talks about personally. I want to know the rest of their story. Her address is as follows:

http://postcardsfrommylife.blogspot.com/

It's beautiful. I feel like my eyes are dancing when I read her words. She doesn't write often though. Every few months it seems.

Her name? Haiku. How appropriate.

I smell a novel.

GW