FizzyLizzy

I caught a few moments of summer break fever this afternoon when I picked Katherine up from her classroom. All down the third grade hall the classrooms were simultaneously chanting "10-9-8..." Then at zero the bell rang and the discordant screams and cheers of nine-year-old boys and girls filled the school. Briefly I remembered exactly how I felt on my last day of high school. In the end it was anticlimactic. Last year I cried because I loved her teacher dearly. This year that emotion's not there. Katherine celebrated by spending four hours at the pool with her friend this afternoon. She came home to 'za from the hut as promised.