Howdy,
If Jasper takes on first grade anything like he took on and got into tubing in one day, he should be good.
He’s matured a lot. As my dad said, “He’s getting tougher and tougher every time I see him.”
Jasper can whine from time to time: and can do it in a high pitch … but he doesn’t do it about as much—or, as many things—as he used to, I would say. As a parent I can be biased or even blind—tone deaf, really—but one thing I know about this idea is that there are indeed things and situations, occurrences, that would have pushed younger Jasper to a point of struggle that he now handles with surprising grace. Every once in awhile, a kid comes through with surprising grace. Astonishing, at times. And Jasper is just one of those such kids.
And it’s cool to see. And it is observable. As I wrote, my dad noticed it enough to comment on it.
Anyway, yesterday’s post-scriptum stated: “P.S. I plan to share some tomorrow about why I didn’t get my writing done the previous two days. Good days, but busy, and I didn’t want to dwell on my missed posts here: today wasn’t about that; today was about Jasper’s first day of first grade.” And over those two busy, but good, days, I lost my thousand word lead on my word count pace, making a push after stating my intention to run ahead of the pace on my sprint to the finished (as possible), but—BUT—I didn’t fall way behind. And that’s a great improvement. Two days off—two days missed—and I didn’t fall behind. That’s pretty great, and will just have to be motivation to get ahead again. Keep jamming on this journey. Yesterday I was right back on the mark, and today I am again ahead, which I’d love to think is for tearing through that tape early, but reservedly realize it may merely come in handy next time I miss a day or two. And one of those busy days—the reason I even wrote this long, explanatory paragraph—my family took the ski boat out on the lake.
There’s a lot to say about the boat on the lake, for another time, because: it had been a long time since the time before; it was Lake McClure and we drove down to the water through the blackened heart of the damage caused by the recent and historic Detwiler Fire in Mariposa—some a moonscape, some a narrow escape; there were a ton of people on the boat, quite a crowd, in number and mixture, creating need for a home base and some waiting for turns in the boat, but the whole thing worked out great, a neat day nonetheless; and it was an adventure worthy of more words and story filtration.
To be continued … (Sorry, and I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet! But it’s written and ready to go tomorrow …)
—Billy
Reading. Writing. Living.
Word Count: 165,986 / On Pace: 164,450 / Year’s Goal: 200,000
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