OLD SCHOOL DESK

We learned to read and write And we learned to spell At the old school desk With a hole for the inkwell. We scratched out our initials To say that we were there, But it's been so long now, No one would really care. Funny thing memory - I often think of something that actually took place when I was a kid and it seems like last month - what is more amazing I want to talk about it with my daughter or son and I am taken up short realizing they were not there - it is so hard to take in that they do not share the same stories and history that float in my head.   I will dig up the Cannas soon...and maybe even clean the garage so I can fit my very old car in it when the weather is too cold  and snowy for it to be outside.  Tomorrow I will take Owen to the dentist, he needs caps, last time he had a tooth pulled  and a spacer put in.  He does very well with the dentist.  The dentist office has two computers for the kids when they are waiting and in 'the chair' there is a tv on the ceiling that plays kid videos.  I stay with him and he whispers to me to make sure I am still there.  My sweet boy.