Lesson 913: A New Era

Hello, Readers!

Its Eloise, 

reporting in at the start of the

2025-26 school year.

It's the dawn of A New Era.

I knew at dawn's early light

that today was going to be a good day.

I found a shoe.

I haven't found many interesting things this summer

while out on my walks.

Just this shoe

and this tiny owl,

that is now found a home in the Lamp Post.

No more college classes for Ellen.

She has joined the ranks 

at her old alma mater.

She will be working with students who have

speech and language needs.

She's already made her therapy room

a happy place for kids to learn.

Reminding them that they have

important things to say.

As promised, 

here is the giant carnival prize

Charlie won for her.

It's a giant chinchilla,

All set up in the CHILL zone.

This is the first Friday night 

I have not been to a football game

in too many to remember.

Slam and Truck,

the force on the line,

on the court,

and on the diamond,

are now college roommates!

I see they are working on some really important skills

prior to the start of classes on Monday.

They get to see Natalie at work every day.

You are guaranteed to have a spotless table to eat from

if you dine at Dobbins between 10:30-2:30!

The era of Depot Road potholes 

is coming to an end.

The construction of the portion

near Clark school is starting to take shape.

I promise you,

Clark School still stands.

I was there this afternoon.

I always get supercharged at the start of the school year.

I love school

and can't wait to go back 

at the end of every summer.

This is a great idea.

And we have Parent Pick-Up Lanes!

The only bad thing--

this is the view of my favorite tree to photograph.

I went to the scrimmage last weekend

and looked at the new #51.

I hope he works hard

and wears the jersey with pride.

I don't miss the worry at the sound of every crunch!

When I come home from school,

there is no hungry, post-practice teen to feed.

Dobbins Dining Hall is taking care of that for me.

Still,

Penny and Hazel lie watching 

for my happy return.

Time passes,

and while it does,

we find things to do locally.

Erie is a great place to live.

Grandma, Erik, Natalie, and Ellen

walked the chalk murals last Sunday.

Friend Jen and I did yoga in the middle of a flower field

at Port Farms.

Time passes,

and so do loved ones.

I lost an Uncle this week.

He was the closest in age to my mother,

just a little over a year apart.

They were always the best of friends

who shared a corny sense of humor.

We will miss Uncle Bill's jokes most of all.

Obituary here

I was touched by the relationship of my mother

and her surviving brother.

He rode out to Harborcreek to see my mother.

They sat on the swing,

held hands,

and cried, then laughed.

We were all comforted by the stories

and fond memories.

My Aunt brought with her a copy of a lovely collection of words

that bring comfort to the grieving.

Maria Shriver read this at the funeral of her colleague, Tim Russert.

Isn't that just a lovely visualization?

Almost as lovely as the planets visible

in the early morning sky.

As a new day dawns,

so do new beginnings.

Cheers to remembering bygone days

and moving forward into something new.

Eloise