Magic

I finished the Harry Potter series.  And as cliche as it sounds the only word I can think of to describe it is magical. 

Don't ask me how I made to 25 years old without knowing how it ended. It must have been magic but I was hanging on every word in the last book. Harry, admittedly, was not a character that I loved but like anyone you spend 7 books and 5 months of your life with, you get attached. He was certainly brave beyond belief and the fact that he could love so deeply having never known love was inspiring.

I don't want to go into too many details because 1. Most of you read these books eons ago & 2. Those of you who have magically made it to your age without knowing need to start reading them now. 

I will read these books with my children one day, should I ever have any. As much as they swept me away at my age I can only imagine the magic a child would feel as they read them. 

The thing I've been most impressed with is how these books bring people together. Both of my Mary friends, my cooperating teacher, and my husband have cheered me on and shared in every memory of the books. They have all been so excited for me to read them and that's how you know they are special. Not only do they mean so much to people but they are excited for other people to experience the joy that comes from the characters and the story. 

These books were certainly far outside of my usual realm (I've since begun Hillary Clinton's autobiography) but I already know which ones I will read again (4 & 7). However, I've hated the movies. They're just blah. I get that there is no way to get every detail of the books but  I just haven't been impressed with them. 

I know I'm late to the party on the whole HP business but I'm totally a believer now. Color me impressed. 

Up to the Date

I'm on my third Harry Potter book this month while Drew is still trudging through Malcolm X. Did I mention that I've also completed an entire unit lesson plan? I mean it's not like Drew has a job or anything...oh wait. I don't think Drew is going to finish his book in the next 4 days so he will be behind on our book challenge.


I start in my placement tomorrow and I'm like a kid the night before Christmas. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.

This is my new workspace. The desk just wont' let me spread out like I need.

In other news, I'm afraid our puppy is sick. He's a little mopey. Perhaps, like the rest of us, he's ready for warm weather. Honestly, I'm a winter girl through and through but something is changing inside me. I'm ready to utilize our rooftop outdoor space for the first time. I'm ready to be able to take Ike to eat with us downtown and eat outdoors. And I don't want to have to worry about people finding warmth for the night.


But I'll miss drinking warm beverages all day long and I'll miss turning on my fireplace. And I will dread having to shave my legs. Because full disclosure I've just stopped altogether.


Our Christmas décor is finally down and Drew re-worked our whole storage situation so that we don't have to get a storage unit! Huzzah! Never underestimate the engineering power of a man who is afraid he may have to pay $30 a month to store a Christmas tree.

This is Ike rocking the elevator. He owns this building.

 

 

I'm off to read something about a place called Azkaban. I'm no "Potter-head" as my sister says but I'm learning a few terms. Most of them I mispronounce and don't understand. (I totally thought that a phoenix was an owl. Drew is such a Potter snob when he corrects me).