Let Fall Begin

Well it is here. That time of the year that is depicted by yellow buses, listening to school lunch menus on the radio and trying to survive that first week of school. Of course I am speaking as the one sandwiched between the desks - the students and the teachers desks that is. I am the "spouse" of the teacher and the grandfather of the students.
The season always starts with the time of preparation. This is usually highlighted with at least one trip to the classroom for something. This year it was much easier than in years past. We just went out to pickup all of Brenda's posters so that she could sort them out (in our basement).
The week that school starts is like being in the military waiting and watching for an invasion. The closer we get to the first day of students, the higher our alert level gets. By the time Wednesday night gets here, we are at "Defcon 3"! Only a nuclear attack would be greater than the tension of Wednesdays.
When Thursday morning arrives, it is only a matter of time before "Fall" begins. The timing of school starting on Thursday was perfect. I had golf league this evening giving the teacher time to reflect on the day and unwind at home.
When I did arrive, Brenda was getting ready to water her plants and give me the lowdown on her day. As it turns out, her day was good - although it was very long and her feet hurt (read below). She likes many of her students already (by the end of the school year she will love most of them). The best part of being the spouse of a teacher and grandfather of the students is that Brenda gets to meet our grandkids at the bus and take their pictures. She then walks them to the elementary school and wishes them the best school year. I then get to see their pictures when I get home.
Now it is on to more important things of fall. In just over two weeks comes the important Fantasy Football draft, followed in less than one week with the start of the Bo Pelini era.
One can only hope that we, like Brenda, will like what we see only to love it in the near future.
Mike