Sad news first: Patrick Swayze died of pancreatic cancer today. It’s sad to hear especially because he was young. Dirty Dancing was THE movie growing up. sigh. Rest in peace Patrick… Last Friday was the anniversary of the September 11th attacks. A friend of mine went to New York to celebrate her father-in-laws 80th birthday and noted how many celebrations there were going on. She said it was an odd feeling. People wanted to celebrate the victims lives, but the saddened emotions were still everpresent.

On a more pleasant note, Vanessa started school last Wednesday, Sept. 9 and I think she is happy to go back. I think she was a bit bored sitting at grandma’s house all day. Logan will start special ed preschool this Wednesday. There will be a new teacher this year and we’ll meet her tomorrow afternoon during an open house. Logan will once again start riding the bus. I hope he remembers how much fun it was. I’ll be around to help grandma and watch him go, and also because I have to wait for a repairman to give me an estimate to fix my broken dryer.

Tomorrow is “Opening Day” at work. This is the time when all faculty and staff are to report back to the college for a mandatory all-campus meeting. I expect to get my 15-year pin. Oh joy.