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Saturday, April 28, 2012

I can make it mine

Since my last "new home" post I've been busy decorating and still tying to make this new home mine. My heart starts to tingle a bit when I think of coming home now. I've decorated the long wall in my family room. I've also bought some new paint as the other paint I had was too bright and immature. I haven't painted yet but I'm looking forward to some time to do it in the coming weeks. I'll be off work for the summer in three weeks...three weeks!!!!!! Oh, my gosh. I'm going to miss my students tremendously. Especially the tenth graders I've had since last year. I teared up the other day when one of them mentioned that they won't get to see me every day anymore. :-(

What will I do with my time off??? Well, I'm going to spend lots of time with my little angel, Elise. Because she tends to have a rough start when she goes back after a long break, we will be working on school related stuff to keep her sharp for next year.  I also plan to start the query process for my book, Polly, The Praying Mantis: A Bug, Bat, & Human Eco-Adventure. I'm also going to have a yard sale, and really, really, organize this house and all it's little parts. I want to create a garden and grow things in my own dirt.

Something of extreme importance that I want to do is start looking into my brother's death. Mitchell Reid Davis, died twenty years ago last month. We have no idea what happened to him; he was found in the early morning hours up on a tall train-tracks dune. His jeep had run out of gas because it was left on all night. His head was crushed by the train. He was cremated before an autopsy was done, and I want to know why. Yes, I know. A truly touchy subject. That's why my last posts were so cryptic. I feel like I can't say anything about Mitchell, like it has to stay a secret, and I'm sick of it. I'm tired of secrets. He deserves more than that. We all do.

(Well...my original intention was to post some pictures of my house. I don't regret saying what I just said but there's no normal way to transition to the pictures other than to say...)

Moving on to prettier subjects, here's my house in all it's glory.

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