Springing Forward Thinking Forward

Friday, at The Writing Center my co-worker, Brooklyn, said, `I have to leave right now; when you are finished Mathalia, could you please turn off the lights and make sure the door is locked?’  Yes, of course.  And I did!  I wonder if my job coach—my mom—went back to check—let’s hope that she knew that I would be responsible and that she did NOT need to check up on me about turning off the lights and locking the door.  🙂

Friday night and Saturday morning I swam with my Missoula Aquatic Club friends which was fun.  I walked back home and did some chores.  I even went downstairs to get the plunger and plunged the toilet when it got backed up.   My mom was very proud of me about that but then later when I was just sitting in the car waiting for her, she got a little frustrated with me.  She said, `Mathalia, if you want to go to Sugarloaf and spin wool with friends, you have to help pack the car.’  She left me alone and let me think about it.  I think she was hoping that I did not want to go because she wanted to stay home BUT I thought about it for a few minutes and then I knew that it really was up to me to take the initiative to pack the car.  So I unbuckled my seat belt and went in and got my spinning wheel and the other stuff and packed the car because I wanted to go to Sugarloaf.  And we did and it was fun!

spinning my pretty wool

spinning my pretty wool

We arrived at Sugarloaf a little late but we still had a nice lunch with friends and I spun some of my pretty purple wool into yarn.  One friend had a pretty neck scarf that my mom thought she could make out of my yarn so she was pretty excited about getting that idea.   I was excited to see Jim and Sue’s cat because the cat reminded me about my Creative Writing class.  I am writing a story about a cat.  I petted the cat and picked her up but she scratched so then I put her on the car next to me.  My friends were excited to see me and were very interested in my loom that is in the attic and the rugs that I am weaving.   They want me to bring one of my rugs next month to show them my work.  They were also excited to learn that I am a Senior:  what will you do next year Mathalia?

Well, I don’t really know what is going to happen next year but I am `sowing my seed in the morning’ and `not withholding my hand in the evening’ as my mom likes to say.    .  .  .  `because you do not know perhaps both alike will be good’   So I guess you could say that my jobs and volunteer work are sowing my seed in the morning and in the evening I am keeping up my pot holder business and learning to make new products because  .  .  .  we do not know what the future will bring.

Anyway, this question got me thinking about things so on the way home I talked to my mom about my Senior Year and about June 1st graduation. (Click here if you want to read about Graduation Day.)`Senior Year is all done,’ I said.  `No, not yet,’ said my mom. `June 1st will be your last day of high school and then on June 2nd you can say that Senior Year is all done and high school is all done. You still have March, April and May to enjoy your Senior Year.’  `Yes,’ I said and then I thought about my Senior Year and my Junior Year and my Sophomore Year and my Freshman Year and then I remembered  .  .  .  that I had forgotten to wear my black orchestra clothes on Thursday last week when the Yearbook photographer came in to take our group orchestra picture.  Oh dear, I was not wearing black in the picture!  While we were driving, I told my mom this story about my forgetting to remember to wear black on Thursday.  She said, `It’s okay; it is not the end of the world, at least you were in the picture and you remembered your violin.’  Then I said, ‘I will remember next year.’  And my mom said, `Mathalia, there will be no more next year for orchestra or for high school.  High School will be all done on June 1st; we were just talking about that, remember?’  Yes, I remembered.  Then she asked me if I thought that was sad.  `No,’ I said, `I am happy.’ Bittersweet is what she called it—-whatever that means.

When I got home, I pulled out my Junior Year Yearbook and enjoyed looking at the pictures of all my friends and teachers and the fun activities that happened that year in high school and I remembered all my friends who were seniors and who graduated and those I don’t see anymore, like my friend Ally.  Perhaps this is what she means when she talks about it being `Bittersweet.’  Anyway, I am having lots of fun this my Senior Year and I am excited about my Senior Year Yearbook.   My mom said that I should get it in May sometime.  It will be fun because my friends can write me notes in it again.

On Sunday grandma made pancakes for us after church.  When my dad asked me how many I ate, I said two.  My mom thought it was more like 5 or 6. Anyway, it doesn’t matter.  They were very good.  I played Muggins with my mom and grandpa.  My mom won when she `mugginsed’ grandpa and then grandpa went out after that.  I was the last one to finish my card but I think it was because they were talking and I got distracted and I wasn’t paying attention and grandpa got to `muggins’ me a lot.  It was fun.  Then we did the puzzle I got for Christmas:  a dog puzzle with golf clubs and golf balls.  At home my mom suggested that we take naps since we sprang forward in the morning lost and hour of sleep.  Good idea.

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