like coming home

One way to tell that the gorgeous weather is lifting my spirits: I start speaking to my children in accents more often, for no apparent reason. Today I tried out Scottish.

I try to be positive and calm all the time, but there's no way around it - long stretches of dreary, cold weather make me more irritable. I guess it's good to notice that, but it doesn't make it easy to change. I like to think that the good days when I find it more natural to be cheery are revealing the true me - my true personality and teaching style. Then I can grab onto it and keep it even when the clouds and wind come back.

I'm not speaking in metaphors here, but I might as well be.

I want to get a sleeve tattoo of Massachusetts scenes or motifs. I'm still waiting on the perfect inspiration.