This is a tribute to my mother.Today is the 40th anniversary of her death. I am her name sake because I was born three hours before midnight on the 19 th of November and her 35th birthday was on the 20th of November. She was one of ten children, and was born in Madison County, Ohio. Her parents were first generation Americans, her grandparents were born in Ireland and migrated to this country because of the potato famine. She, also was named for her mother and Grandmother, Ellen Elizabeth.. Mother was the only one of the ten children in her family,that had children. My brothers, Joe and Paul and my sister, Martha and I were the only grandchildren of Ellen and Peter Morrissey.
Mother was a very soft spoken, kind and gentle person. Her strongest expletive was "Honest to John!" and she made a sound with her tongue that resembled ,"tsk, tsk, tsk. " She was not given to rants or loud chastisements or physical contact, just an "Honest to John!" showed her displeasure adequately.
When she was a young child, about two years old she fell from her mother's lap and fell on a scissors that her sibling was playing with on the floor and she lost the sight in her left eye. Consequently she was never allowed to learn to sew, or drive a car or a few other things that her family thought might harm her right eye. Actually she missed very little. Her vision was fine.
She was very interested in politics all of her life. So also was my father and his family. Both she and Dad were very active and involved in all election activity. We always had placards in our front window , comparable to yard signs today, for all the candidates that they supported. Dad was the campaign manager for one of his railroad colleagues that ran for mayor of Springfield, O. He won and we attended the celebration party when I was about nine or ten years old. Mother always worked at the polls and did a task beforehand called 'polling the ward'. As soon as I was old enough to work at the polls she signed me up to work too.
She never really made a fuss about things but in her quiet unassuming way she was ahead of all the other women . She went bra-less long before it became a 'statement', she had strong values and lived by them but did not condemn people that did not live or believe as she did. She figured there was room for all of us and we all had the right to be what we wanted to be. She was very devout but not overbearing or judgemental about others. She was truly a tolerant person.
Her sense of humor was sharp. She saw the humor in a lot of things and was always the first to laugh at the funny remarks we made. She especially liked my humor and I was always pleased when I could make her laugh or when I heard her repeat some of the witty things I said. The Great Depression happened during our early years and she was able to manage to do the best she could do with the pittance that Dad could bring home to her on payday. We never wanted for food or care in our lives. She stretched every dollar. My brother ,Joe, teased her frequently about her frugality. He would say, "Take down the wallpaper, we're moving!" and he had comments about how tight she was, so tight she squeeked, he would say. Nevertheless, we all knew that without her frugality we would have had life a lot worse than we did.
When, because of Dad's health, they moved to Arizona, she promptly joined the League of Women Voters and continued her volunteering work for the candidates of her choice.
I was married and had three babies when she moved to Arizona but I was only about 23 years old so she never got to know me as a grown up, mature woman. I regret that she did not get to know our wonderful children nor did they get to know her! She would have enjoyed them and enjoyed watching them grow up.
She loved lilacs and would grow homesick when it was lilac time in Ohio. Lilacs did not grow in Tucson. Dad nurtured rhubarb and coaxed it to grow out there but could never get lilacs to live long enough to bloom. She died on the 30th of April and we brought her home to London, O for her burial. She came home for her last time, at lilac time. She would have liked that!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Come Hell or High Water
When I was in the sixth grade at St. Joseph's School, in Springtfield, Ohio Our class room was on the second floor of the school and one day we all suddenly felt the room, desks etc. moving. The nun teaching us at the time made us rapidly get under our desks with our hands locked over our bowed heads until the tremmors ceased. I never got to see where the nun went. Did she get under her own desk or did she remain upright to make sure we all followed her orders? I'll never know. I do know that it was a pretty significant earthquake because there were reports of windows, dishes, and all kinds of things crashing to the floor and some minor damage to some structures, but nothing big.
Last week as I lay in my bed coasting as I like to call that period between deep sleep and wide awake period in the morning when I heard Fergus give a few squeeky barks (he had a sore throat) and them major rummblings. I thought my oak tree was falling in on the house, then I thought it was a Mack truck and finally as it gained intencity I realized it was an earthquake. My Galileo thermometer started rocking back and forth and the temperature bubbles starting banging against the glass sides, my whole bed shook and it was an interesting happening. I quickly turned on the TV, (the remote is in bed with me) and they were visibly shaking and calling attention to the lights shaking back and forth on the set. They were puzzled for the first few seconds but rapidly verified that it was an earthquake.
Quite a few people at school said their cats or dogs responded first, two said their caged birds went wild in their little cages, I called Brian at the track and he was in the field with a horse and there were a few other walkers with their horses and they all (the horses) called to each other and were a little nervous. Negligible damage was done here in Louisville and I don't think there was much damage done at the epi center of the quake. It was near the San Andreas Fault I think. IN MO.
Quote for the day: "This foreign policy stuff is a little frustrating."
_ President Bush April 23, 2002
Last week as I lay in my bed coasting as I like to call that period between deep sleep and wide awake period in the morning when I heard Fergus give a few squeeky barks (he had a sore throat) and them major rummblings. I thought my oak tree was falling in on the house, then I thought it was a Mack truck and finally as it gained intencity I realized it was an earthquake. My Galileo thermometer started rocking back and forth and the temperature bubbles starting banging against the glass sides, my whole bed shook and it was an interesting happening. I quickly turned on the TV, (the remote is in bed with me) and they were visibly shaking and calling attention to the lights shaking back and forth on the set. They were puzzled for the first few seconds but rapidly verified that it was an earthquake.
Quite a few people at school said their cats or dogs responded first, two said their caged birds went wild in their little cages, I called Brian at the track and he was in the field with a horse and there were a few other walkers with their horses and they all (the horses) called to each other and were a little nervous. Negligible damage was done here in Louisville and I don't think there was much damage done at the epi center of the quake. It was near the San Andreas Fault I think. IN MO.
Quote for the day: "This foreign policy stuff is a little frustrating."
_ President Bush April 23, 2002
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Spring Break
Here it is Thursday of spring break and I have pretty much followed my plan! I did a little yard work,very little. Michele and Jeff and Julie did the muscle burning job in the front yard. It took hours and looks great . The back will have to wait for awhile. I did go out today and sweep off the deck but other than that it still looks pretty primitive out there.
The weather has been relatively warm and so far it has only rained about 2 inches. We are expecting thunder storms after midnight tonight. I got to go shopping for a few hours with Karen one day and as usual I spent two or three hours at Klondike Manor each day. At least it was warm enough to take Doc out into the patio on two or three occasions.
I took my observation trip through the park on Saturday, and once again it is a sure sign that spring has in fact, burst forth. The trees are budding, the scanty attire is back, the bald convertible driver, runners, walkers, golfers and bike riders in all their glory are back. It is a reassuring sight to see the usual pattern of behavior repeating itself. It is an adult rite of spring. There are no children evident in the arena except the one's in the runners' strollers that moms are pushing. Really there was only one of those.
I have been reading the tome titled "Pillars of the Earth" by Ken Follett. It has 951 pages and I have reached page 549. I am enjoying the book; however , it is so heavy that I have to prop it on a pillow when I read in bed and on the arm of the chair when I read it in the living room. Good thing it is a paperback. It is quite facinating. I'm hoping I can finish the last 400 plus pages before I go back to school on Monday. More later.
285 days left until we get a new president.
Quote for today: " What I am against is quotas. I am against hard quotas, quotas they basically delineat based upon whatever. However they delineate, quotas, I think, vulcanize society."
_ President Bush, possible Trekkie, January 21, 2000
The weather has been relatively warm and so far it has only rained about 2 inches. We are expecting thunder storms after midnight tonight. I got to go shopping for a few hours with Karen one day and as usual I spent two or three hours at Klondike Manor each day. At least it was warm enough to take Doc out into the patio on two or three occasions.
I took my observation trip through the park on Saturday, and once again it is a sure sign that spring has in fact, burst forth. The trees are budding, the scanty attire is back, the bald convertible driver, runners, walkers, golfers and bike riders in all their glory are back. It is a reassuring sight to see the usual pattern of behavior repeating itself. It is an adult rite of spring. There are no children evident in the arena except the one's in the runners' strollers that moms are pushing. Really there was only one of those.
I have been reading the tome titled "Pillars of the Earth" by Ken Follett. It has 951 pages and I have reached page 549. I am enjoying the book; however , it is so heavy that I have to prop it on a pillow when I read in bed and on the arm of the chair when I read it in the living room. Good thing it is a paperback. It is quite facinating. I'm hoping I can finish the last 400 plus pages before I go back to school on Monday. More later.
285 days left until we get a new president.
Quote for today: " What I am against is quotas. I am against hard quotas, quotas they basically delineat based upon whatever. However they delineate, quotas, I think, vulcanize society."
_ President Bush, possible Trekkie, January 21, 2000
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Heart to Heart
Once again I've been remiss . It has been awhile since I've written. I have been : a) busy, b) tired, c) lazy. ( Every thing is multiple choice now. )
It is just a week away from Spring Break, and I join all teachers in the joyful thought of its arrival! I expect to spend a lot of time during SB just reading and doing nothing. Well, maybe I should do some work in the yard, weather permitting, do some window washing, energy permitting, do some shopping, finances permitting, organizing, time permitting. If there is any time left over after the reading I'll get right to some of those tasks.
Yesterday I spent the greater part of the day at the Cardiovascular Associa;tes' offices. I had some changes in my EKG a few weeks ago and you know how it is in these times, we have to rush off and have tests in order to protect the primary care doctor from litigation.
I had to be there at 11:45 and I had to abstain from ANY form of caffeine for twenty-four hours in advance of being there and abstain from food and drink for 4 hours. I couldn't even take an Advil for my headache that was a direct result of the caffeine restriction. I had to teach until time to go and I felt pretty miserable. I feared that I was coming down with WGA. (what's going around) but the testing took my mind off that in a hurry.
First off they had to put an IV in my arm. I have had enough experience to know just what that maneuver entails. "Let's see here, is one of your arms better than the other?"
'Yes, they are not always successful with the right arm." (Notice I have disowned my arm by referring to it as 'thee arm')
"Well, I think I'll just give it a try anyway.I think I can find a vein here. Let's see if this one will work. Oh, I hope I'm not hurting you too much, I hate to fish around like this but the vein keeps slipping away. Your veins are so small! " (This translates to, see? this is your fault!) O.K. Maybe , I'll give your left arm a try" ( Again ,I wish to refer to it as 'the left arm') We proceed with more 'fishing in the left arm, The ' fisher' is exhibiting more and more angst.
"Sometimes they have to use one of 'the' hands." I suggested.
" I think I will have a look at your hands. Just let me put a piece of gauze over this." I now have matching arm gauze pads! After much scrutiny he found a vein that looked suitable to him. It was located on the right hand in the area just above my thumb and index finger. Finally, success! Whew! That procedure lasted about 25 minutes, Bruce and I ( we became quite friendly) had a long day ahead of us. The nuclear part of the test was uneventful, except that to protect the equipment they keep it quite cold in the lab. and I impressed Bruce by turning blue, then black and finnally dead white (my hands). He wrapped me in sheets and towels in an effort to warm me up. I ended up being the only patient of the day clad in a grey hospital garment and a winter coat and a scarf.
A great deal of time is spent sitting in a room waiting for the pictures to be read. I made the aquaintance of a few other women that were awaiting their pictures to be read. We had some in -depth discussions about health care, doctors and books. I was reading "The History of Love" at the time. They were all wishing that they had done that too. Not "The History of Love" but just brought
a book.
Next on the agenda was walking on the tread mill while being wired up with little patches that were hooked up to the monitor. I was really exhausted by that activity. I finally said I didn't think I could go any longer when they insisted that I could go on to the finish. They said I only had one more minute. Do you know how long a minute is ? I had to sit in a chair and pant for about five minutes before going on to the next act.
The cardio echo gram was the least invasive and rather interesting to see the ultra-sound of my heart beating and the sound of the blood swooshing in and out of the chambers. At one point it sounded like, "wow, wow, wow, wow, "very soothing." Bruce had to take my IV out, no problem there and then I got dressed and left for home, starved, tired and looking forward to all the caffeine I could drink. It was 5:00. Results, Tuesday.
There are 304 days left till a new president
Quote " It will take time to restore chaos, and order...order out of chaos."
President Bush;, speaking of the mess in Iraq, April 13, 2003
It is just a week away from Spring Break, and I join all teachers in the joyful thought of its arrival! I expect to spend a lot of time during SB just reading and doing nothing. Well, maybe I should do some work in the yard, weather permitting, do some window washing, energy permitting, do some shopping, finances permitting, organizing, time permitting. If there is any time left over after the reading I'll get right to some of those tasks.
Yesterday I spent the greater part of the day at the Cardiovascular Associa;tes' offices. I had some changes in my EKG a few weeks ago and you know how it is in these times, we have to rush off and have tests in order to protect the primary care doctor from litigation.
I had to be there at 11:45 and I had to abstain from ANY form of caffeine for twenty-four hours in advance of being there and abstain from food and drink for 4 hours. I couldn't even take an Advil for my headache that was a direct result of the caffeine restriction. I had to teach until time to go and I felt pretty miserable. I feared that I was coming down with WGA. (what's going around) but the testing took my mind off that in a hurry.
First off they had to put an IV in my arm. I have had enough experience to know just what that maneuver entails. "Let's see here, is one of your arms better than the other?"
'Yes, they are not always successful with the right arm." (Notice I have disowned my arm by referring to it as 'thee arm')
"Well, I think I'll just give it a try anyway.I think I can find a vein here. Let's see if this one will work. Oh, I hope I'm not hurting you too much, I hate to fish around like this but the vein keeps slipping away. Your veins are so small! " (This translates to, see? this is your fault!) O.K. Maybe , I'll give your left arm a try" ( Again ,I wish to refer to it as 'the left arm') We proceed with more 'fishing in the left arm, The ' fisher' is exhibiting more and more angst.
"Sometimes they have to use one of 'the' hands." I suggested.
" I think I will have a look at your hands. Just let me put a piece of gauze over this." I now have matching arm gauze pads! After much scrutiny he found a vein that looked suitable to him. It was located on the right hand in the area just above my thumb and index finger. Finally, success! Whew! That procedure lasted about 25 minutes, Bruce and I ( we became quite friendly) had a long day ahead of us. The nuclear part of the test was uneventful, except that to protect the equipment they keep it quite cold in the lab. and I impressed Bruce by turning blue, then black and finnally dead white (my hands). He wrapped me in sheets and towels in an effort to warm me up. I ended up being the only patient of the day clad in a grey hospital garment and a winter coat and a scarf.
A great deal of time is spent sitting in a room waiting for the pictures to be read. I made the aquaintance of a few other women that were awaiting their pictures to be read. We had some in -depth discussions about health care, doctors and books. I was reading "The History of Love" at the time. They were all wishing that they had done that too. Not "The History of Love" but just brought
a book.
Next on the agenda was walking on the tread mill while being wired up with little patches that were hooked up to the monitor. I was really exhausted by that activity. I finally said I didn't think I could go any longer when they insisted that I could go on to the finish. They said I only had one more minute. Do you know how long a minute is ? I had to sit in a chair and pant for about five minutes before going on to the next act.
The cardio echo gram was the least invasive and rather interesting to see the ultra-sound of my heart beating and the sound of the blood swooshing in and out of the chambers. At one point it sounded like, "wow, wow, wow, wow, "very soothing." Bruce had to take my IV out, no problem there and then I got dressed and left for home, starved, tired and looking forward to all the caffeine I could drink. It was 5:00. Results, Tuesday.
There are 304 days left till a new president
Quote " It will take time to restore chaos, and order...order out of chaos."
President Bush;, speaking of the mess in Iraq, April 13, 2003
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Happy St. Patrick's Day
Although St. P's day is tomorrow, we have already celebrated it. Last night we, Karen, Kristin and I, joined Tim, and Paul and quite a few other Irish or psuedo Irish at the Bonnycastle Club to see an Irish Band and have sandwiches and the libation of choice. Paul, Tim and other fellow Hibernians marched in the St. Patrick's day parade. It rained, pretty much all day long. Sometimes it teemed rain but you know that would not stop a few Irishmen from walking, or marching or staggering down the middle of the street. It was a great day for the Guinn..I mean the Irish. The major complaint was how cold their hands got. Some had to pull the sleeves of their sweat shirts down over their hands so that they could hold the cold beers. I tell ya, life's tough in these river towns.
The music was great, they played many Irish favorites, sneaked a Scotish tune in and even a Hank Williams tune. There were four children there, three, four or five year old boys and an eight year old girl that danced all night long. Their energy was limitless. The band members said it gave them pleasure to see those kids having such a good time and spurred them on to play even more tunes. The young girl had the dance style of the River Dancers down pat and except for keeping her upper body still like they do, she is ready to Go. Fun! The band had one woman, I assume a Celtic girl, she played the flute and did a great job with a tin whistle. They said their lead singer was not with them but the fellow that took over for him was good. One guy was very colorful with a jaunty green hat and a Greatful Dead silk shirt on. It was as near to the feeling of being in an Irish Pub as I've had since being in Ireland. Having the young kids there and a grandpa dancing with his little grandson and a grandma with another tot and all the young couples having a convivial time in good company, with a generation older than them and a generation younger than them it was a memorable occasion. I hope I live to see another St. Patrick's Day! (Or maybe more) An Irish toast;" May you live all the Days of your life. Slainte"
Tomorrow back to school. I am looking forward to Spring Break. I've had about enough of waking up at 6AM every day!
310 days left till we have a new president.
Quote for today:" I like my buddies from West Texas. I liked them when I was young. I liked them when I was middle age. I liked them before I was president, and I like them during president, and I like them after preident."
--President Bush, Dr. Seuss-style, February 1, 2006
The music was great, they played many Irish favorites, sneaked a Scotish tune in and even a Hank Williams tune. There were four children there, three, four or five year old boys and an eight year old girl that danced all night long. Their energy was limitless. The band members said it gave them pleasure to see those kids having such a good time and spurred them on to play even more tunes. The young girl had the dance style of the River Dancers down pat and except for keeping her upper body still like they do, she is ready to Go. Fun! The band had one woman, I assume a Celtic girl, she played the flute and did a great job with a tin whistle. They said their lead singer was not with them but the fellow that took over for him was good. One guy was very colorful with a jaunty green hat and a Greatful Dead silk shirt on. It was as near to the feeling of being in an Irish Pub as I've had since being in Ireland. Having the young kids there and a grandpa dancing with his little grandson and a grandma with another tot and all the young couples having a convivial time in good company, with a generation older than them and a generation younger than them it was a memorable occasion. I hope I live to see another St. Patrick's Day! (Or maybe more) An Irish toast;" May you live all the Days of your life. Slainte"
Tomorrow back to school. I am looking forward to Spring Break. I've had about enough of waking up at 6AM every day!
310 days left till we have a new president.
Quote for today:" I like my buddies from West Texas. I liked them when I was young. I liked them when I was middle age. I liked them before I was president, and I like them during president, and I like them after preident."
--President Bush, Dr. Seuss-style, February 1, 2006
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Snow at last, snow at last...
I've been waiting forever for snow just like this. It is great. We got a day off from school and could sit and watch the flakes flutter down. I called and asked the receptionist at Klon.M. if the entrance hill was cleared and they assured me it was so I ventured down to visit Doc. It seems they THOUGHT it was cleared but in fact it was not. as I was going up another car was coming down and it was a little scary for a minute but I made it. About 15 minutes after I came , the snow plow came and plowed.
Yesterday when we had the really serious snow it was much worse out. We had about 12 inches and I didn't think I had better risk it, so I stayed home! It was a bonus day. I got to sit and read,and read and read. My idea of peace and relaxation. I didn't have to go anywhere or do any thing. The snow was beautiful. The deck railings were a good measuring devise for me, I kept seeing the snow build up on them inch by inch. I had filled the bird feeder and could sit at the kitchen table and watch the birds eat and bicker over the perches. The Cardinals were exceptionally beautiful with their bright red feathers contrasting with the snow white snow. I had wrens, chick-e-dees, tit mouses, finches, and a variety of others. I have to keep the feeder filled because with snow this deep they can't find much food on their own.
It took Fergus awhile to brave the snow. At first he was reluctant to go off the deck. I shoveled a little path for him but he just wanted back in. Finally, he had to go off the deck but he didn't go far. He actually walked out in it today and seemed to enjoy it. He came into the house feeling very peppy. He ran and got his toy and threw it around for awhile.
I do actually love to shovel snow, but you know what? I went out and tried to clean the drive way off but I could not do it. The snow was as heavy as cement. I cleared a small path out as far as the car and puffed and panted back into the house and decided to go with the philosophy that God put it there so he can take it away. But God knew I couldn't wait for days to drive out the driveway so he sent Michele and Jeff past the house and they said," Woah, we need to do Grandma's driveway for her. " I looked out to see what Fergus was barking at and there were the two of them shoveling away. Thank God for grandkids! I am so thankful for them.
Tomorrow, we'll be back in school. My Literature class are reading an exerpt from Maya Angelou's book, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings". It will be a good selection to discuss.
There are 317 days left until we have a new president.
Quote for the day:"For a century and a half now , America and Japan have formed one of the great and enduring alliances of modern times."
President Bush ,forgetting that whole World War 2 thing. Feburary 18, 2002
Yesterday when we had the really serious snow it was much worse out. We had about 12 inches and I didn't think I had better risk it, so I stayed home! It was a bonus day. I got to sit and read,and read and read. My idea of peace and relaxation. I didn't have to go anywhere or do any thing. The snow was beautiful. The deck railings were a good measuring devise for me, I kept seeing the snow build up on them inch by inch. I had filled the bird feeder and could sit at the kitchen table and watch the birds eat and bicker over the perches. The Cardinals were exceptionally beautiful with their bright red feathers contrasting with the snow white snow. I had wrens, chick-e-dees, tit mouses, finches, and a variety of others. I have to keep the feeder filled because with snow this deep they can't find much food on their own.
It took Fergus awhile to brave the snow. At first he was reluctant to go off the deck. I shoveled a little path for him but he just wanted back in. Finally, he had to go off the deck but he didn't go far. He actually walked out in it today and seemed to enjoy it. He came into the house feeling very peppy. He ran and got his toy and threw it around for awhile.
I do actually love to shovel snow, but you know what? I went out and tried to clean the drive way off but I could not do it. The snow was as heavy as cement. I cleared a small path out as far as the car and puffed and panted back into the house and decided to go with the philosophy that God put it there so he can take it away. But God knew I couldn't wait for days to drive out the driveway so he sent Michele and Jeff past the house and they said," Woah, we need to do Grandma's driveway for her. " I looked out to see what Fergus was barking at and there were the two of them shoveling away. Thank God for grandkids! I am so thankful for them.
Tomorrow, we'll be back in school. My Literature class are reading an exerpt from Maya Angelou's book, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings". It will be a good selection to discuss.
There are 317 days left until we have a new president.
Quote for the day:"For a century and a half now , America and Japan have formed one of the great and enduring alliances of modern times."
President Bush ,forgetting that whole World War 2 thing. Feburary 18, 2002
Monday, March 3, 2008
Safety Net
Remember back a number of years ago when someone tampered with a bottle of Tylenol and changed our whole way of life? Faith and security have gone down hill ever since that fateful day. All pill bottles are now so secure that it takes the strength of Samson to open them. Thousands of other items are "open proof" also. They tout them as being child proof but they force many of us to seek out a child to get them open for us. Even the items that are not potentially harmful if tampered with, are impossible to open because they are 'shrink wrapped'. I have learned to use a stitch ripper outer to get into shrink wrapped objects.
We live in fear of getting ecoli and other even more dreadful diseases from buying pre packaged vegetables, contaminated meat from abused cows, with or without MCD. We must be constantly on alert for scam artists calling our homes and we have shredders now to try our best not to have our identity stolen. We work in schools behind locked doors, with security cameras and must inform our children of the dangers lurking around every corner. Terrorists,since 9-11 are always just below the surface of our minds, the right to bear arms is out of control... it's enough to drive one crazy. I won't even get into the dangerous potential ever present on our Internets. Woe is us!
We do have to burden our children with the knowledge that there are "bad things " in our scary world and we must prepare them to deal with them.
With all that in mind, a few weeks ago one of our schools desided to have a series of drills. Might just as well get them all over with at one time. So, they informed the student body of their plans and did tell them that sometimes "bad things" can happen at school and they were going to have drills so that if they ever needed to take action against these things, they would be ready. They proceded to have a fire drill, then a tornado drill and a drill to practice what procedure they would use if an intruder ever got into the school.
That evening at home one of the students, a kindergarden student, was in the bathroom of his home with the door shut so he had to shout to be heard, said, "Ab, what was your favorite bad thing that could happen at school?"
Ab shouted back, "The intruder was my favorite!"
"The intruder was my favorite,too!" Cool.
Kids are delightful! Resilient too.
323 days till we get a new president.
Quote for today: " What I am against is quotas. I am against hard quotas, quotas they basically delineate based upon whatever. However they delineate, quotas, I think, vulcanize society."
-President Bush, possible Trekkie. January 21, 2000
We live in fear of getting ecoli and other even more dreadful diseases from buying pre packaged vegetables, contaminated meat from abused cows, with or without MCD. We must be constantly on alert for scam artists calling our homes and we have shredders now to try our best not to have our identity stolen. We work in schools behind locked doors, with security cameras and must inform our children of the dangers lurking around every corner. Terrorists,since 9-11 are always just below the surface of our minds, the right to bear arms is out of control... it's enough to drive one crazy. I won't even get into the dangerous potential ever present on our Internets. Woe is us!
We do have to burden our children with the knowledge that there are "bad things " in our scary world and we must prepare them to deal with them.
With all that in mind, a few weeks ago one of our schools desided to have a series of drills. Might just as well get them all over with at one time. So, they informed the student body of their plans and did tell them that sometimes "bad things" can happen at school and they were going to have drills so that if they ever needed to take action against these things, they would be ready. They proceded to have a fire drill, then a tornado drill and a drill to practice what procedure they would use if an intruder ever got into the school.
That evening at home one of the students, a kindergarden student, was in the bathroom of his home with the door shut so he had to shout to be heard, said, "Ab, what was your favorite bad thing that could happen at school?"
Ab shouted back, "The intruder was my favorite!"
"The intruder was my favorite,too!" Cool.
Kids are delightful! Resilient too.
323 days till we get a new president.
Quote for today: " What I am against is quotas. I am against hard quotas, quotas they basically delineate based upon whatever. However they delineate, quotas, I think, vulcanize society."
-President Bush, possible Trekkie. January 21, 2000
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