A Cup of Pride

My favorite cup is getting worn,

The emblem is all scratched

But, it still shows school pride.

I guess I am attached.

I know that it's anathema

To purists far and wide,

But sometimes I wash out the stains

That coat the white inside

And when I do the washing

That my cup must then endure

It slowly chips away the paint

That makes it Aggie pure.

Someday I'll replace it with

Another special cup

I'll take a trip to Aggieland

Where I can pick one up!

Fall Into a New School Year

School has started back and the pace of life just stepped it up a notch. Now, it seems a little strange for me to say that because I'm not in school and although my son's activities sometimes throw a little extra into the schedule, it's not bad and I enjoy getting to see him participate. It does seem to create extra demands on my spouse who works in the Central Office for our school system.

I guess really it is just the increase in activity around me that makes it feel like everything is faster -- more hurried. The morning traffic seems heavier. Various school activities place demands on others at work. It is more difficult to schedule things because of conflicts. Oh, well -- that's part of fall!

Fall.
I can't believe that
Footballs are flying,
Corn is drying,
Students are crying
'Cause summer is dying
And I would be lying
If I said I was trying
To keep from sighing
Over the end of summer.

OK. Technically there's still nearly a month left.