Email from Elaine:
You should come to Alaska with us.
My Reply:
Ah, if only I could.
Elaine:
You're a teacher. You. Have. Summers. Off.
Good Grief! I have summers
off? Are you kidding me? I run a program all summer, I plan my
lessons for next year, and I take classes. I work in my garden. I take care of my cat.
Summers off! Seriously.
Besides. I am not sure Dad even wants to go to Alaska. I am not sure he’s ready to get in that motor
home and travel without mom.
Alaska. Indeed.
Seriously.
And
yet . . . Imagine driving to
Alaska. Imagine NOT working for once. I mean
. . . I am a teacher. . .
But still, I don’t think Dad wants to go.
But still, I don’t think Dad wants to go.
Email from Dad: Elaine and Tom are really encouraging me to go to Alaska. Would you girls come with me?
My Reply: Yes.
And, so, six years later, another
tour begins. Finals are next week. My students graduate on May 20
(Congratulations Damian, Jesus, Harley, and Adam!). Grades are due May 22 at 8:00 am. My flight leaves O’Hare at 9:15 am.
Ready, set, GO!
Ready, set, GO!
So excited for you! Lots of photos, please :-)
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