When the Scribe Women feel a tad unsettled, they always head for the playground.
Ye Olde Playground has received quite the upgrade since my chicas were ensconced here. I was a tad concerned during a field trip up there yesterday ~ I couldn't locate the swings, which are a source of great solace to us when under stress.
I finally found the little buggers, up near the new wing of the school. Also built after my kids' time here. When they were in elementary school, trailers were the norm. Framed against the typical public school construction, these swings look a little like they belong in a prison yard, don't you think?
Here's a more sanguine view. But I'm pretty sure both of these Superior Swing Snaps foreshadow the year to come. Depending on your point of view, of course.
Took a few minutes, en route to the grocery store, to sit back, relax & ponder my fate. And swing. I'm sure I'll have more than a few tall tales to tell this week. And they'll all be true, too. Wish me luck!