The cat came back

Every Friday evening I go skating in Simcoe. Usually I end up skating with my students (who for some odd reason will cross the teacher/student culture boundary and skate with me). I love it!! It makes me laugh.

And then the cat came back.

I brought a friend skating. Skating is over at 8:00p.m. and the night is young for her (although late for a school teacher). We ended up at the youth centre in Simcoe. And I've agreed to volunteer there. Apparently I can't leave it alone (and neither do I want to). I miss the energy, the questions, the discovery process, the conversations that come with working with teens. Ah, the cat is back and let it purr.