On the shelf

For a few weeks now I have gone into school on a Wednesday morning to help in the library. Generally I shelve books, but today I was promoted to checking them out and got to meet most of the Girl's class who were making their weekly selections. The 2-3s (it's a combined year-group class) are an eccentric but likeable lot and the Girl seems to fit right in with them.

We were all back at school in the evening for a pot-luck supper and a chance to meet other parents and tour classrooms etc. I have to admit to feeling quite overwhelmed with homesickness during the eating/socializing part of the event. It doesn't hit me that often, really, but more when I'm in friendly but still unfamiliar crowds than when I'm alone.


By the way, on the route to school we pass this sign. In case the words aren't clear it says that New York State has 2,110 structurally deficient bridges. This is not reassuring information, especially because just as you pass the sign you realise you have become inextricably committed to driving through a spaghetti junction of over-under freeway bridges. Someone's making a political point, I'm sure, but I kind of wish they wouldn't.