We woke on the last morning of November to gray skies, a welcome change after the endless summer we are enduring here in Tempe, Arizona. It’s still warm, but waking up that morning to the absence of the sun made my whole world look different. I felt like pulling a “ditch day.” Maybe it’s because it’s finally cold enough to wear boots, and wearing my boots makes me feel sassy (even though after a few minutes on the school playground they are covered in a fine layer of dust). Maybe it’s because I was wearing a new blouse with a bold pattern and gypsy sleeves? Maybe it’s because Christmas is just around the corner, and I’m filled with excitement and anticipation for all of the holiday fun coming our way!
Of course, I did not call in sick to school.
Upon reaching school, I chatted with a friend on the playground. I asked her, “Did you ever ditch school?”
“Yes,” she said. “In fact, I was thinking this morning how great it would be just to stay in bed. I think it’s because of the cloudy sky.”
I shook my head. “When I ditched class in high school, it was after second hour Humanities, a class I had with my best friends, or sometimes we’d go out to lunch and decide not to go back. It was the BEST feeling to leave school during the middle of the day and not go back.”
She smiled, and I whispered, “Let’s ditch. C’mon . . . let’s go!”
“It would be great to go home and get back in bed,” she mused.
“Think bigger!,” I said.” We could go to the Farm at South Mountain!”
Her eyes got big. “Oh! A chai latte and a big breakfast!”
I nodded vigorously. “And walk all around the gardens and look in the gift shop! It would be so relaxing!”
Then the bell rang, and all the teachers and all the students went inside to our separate classrooms.
I did not ditch school.
We all love working at our school . . . but something in me that morning made me feel like doing something wild and crazy and spontaneous. Lucky for me, working with three-year-olds makes EVERY DAY wild and crazy and spontaneous. I had a fabulous day at school, and afterwards did errands and googled Christmas gift ideas and texted with my lovely auntie in Illinois and played Words with Friends and picked up my Christmas cards from Costco.
On that note: Why can’t we take a good picture? Hubby and I are standing in strange poses, and there is a hand on Patrick’s shoulder that looks creepy. Is it William’s? Whose hand IS that??? I’m seriously not sure what happened there, but when I look at our photos from all the previous Thanksgivings, I laugh remembering all of the moments that lead up to the picture that is chosen for the Christmas card.
Happy December to all of you. I hope you will keep in mind it’s okay to “ditch” every once in a while. My December calendar is packed with social gatherings, and I’m quite certain I will “ditch” one or two of them, just to stay at home, start a fire in the fireplace, and bake cookies while singing badly to my favorite Christmas song and my favorite winter song.