tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post7622881714422450517..comments2024-03-27T07:14:36.800-04:00Comments on <b>Dawn Potter</b>: Dawn Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500960150846895633noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-26925040785485463992020-04-07T07:45:37.441-04:002020-04-07T07:45:37.441-04:00"I hear your voice in my head while I read yo..."I hear your voice in my head while I read your words. Thank you so much for keeping us all in your world." - perfectly said. :)David (n of 49)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15189564086725965661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-15009350521654068722020-04-05T07:40:26.223-04:002020-04-05T07:40:26.223-04:00I agree about the relief in saying hello to people...I agree about the relief in saying hello to people in person. My neighbor is selling her house, and her adult daughter and grandkids came to play with the toys left behind, before the closing near the end of the month. It was so beautiful--no other word for it--to see the little curly-headed girl toddling about with toys in the sunshine, while her mom and I just chatted for a moment, the hedgerow of forsythia between us. We are, indeed, hardwired to need human contact in person. Our digital age has been thrust into a stark light, I think: keeping in touch virtually cannot possibly do for the human soul what the smile and nuance of an actual conversation can do. That said, keep writing, dear friend. I hear your voice in my head while I read your words. Thank you so much for keeping us all in your world. =)Carlene Gadapeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-46479563751820175672020-04-05T07:33:05.213-04:002020-04-05T07:33:05.213-04:00Yesterday I went back to school to drop off some f...Yesterday I went back to school to drop off some face masks for the food crew, to pick up some student work that had been sent in, and to take a look around my room for anything I might need. As I crossed the state line into Vermont, I was met with a VTrans sign: If you are coming from out of state, self quarantine for 14 days. An eerie "welcome"! It was so weird being back in school -- somehow fear was palpable in those silent halls. Maybe because my last minutes there had been so frantic: to make packets, to gather up my belongings, all with a background of administrative voices saying, "Go, go quickly!" I signed in, signed out, so the custodians can now re-clean the room that I was in for all of 15 minutes. On my way home I saw one of my students out on a skateboard (his first foray outside his house in two weeks) and dropped some books off on another student's porch. He was waiting for me, apparently and popped out his door before I could even get out of my car. It was wonderful to converse face to face, even from six feet away. He has not done any of my assigned work, but has read two books. I'll take it!<br /><br />Here, fire pits have come into their own. They are wonderful places to gather: you can stand or sit apart from each other but are tied communally, bound by that most ancient of gifts: fire. nancynoreply@blogger.com