I have finally found my reading rhythm and there will be book reviews starting “on the reg” again.
However, first, there are photos.
My yard is the Golden Coral for squirrels. They are vacationing here, running amuck with squawking birds and stealing seeds from the cardinals.
I had a Shakespeare professor in college that looks like Dr. Phiney, but had this way of writing on the board so that by the end you really had no idea what you just took notes on. That semester can be summed up as: Shakespeare was a pervert and women couldn’t appear on the stage.
I have to pray every morning that I don’t wake up to be THAT teacher.
This is from my students studying for their To Kill a Mockingbird test. Studying can be fun, see?
I come to school at six am, sip my coffee, drop a few things on my way upstairs and then I sit and gaze at this masterpiece. My students who think they might want to go to State wrote reasons why on those cards. Keep your fingers crossed that I’ll win the Alumni Door Decorating Contest put on by college central. : )
I know the word “Dagos” to Italians is like the “n-word” to African Americans. However, I’ve never known anyone to know this word, but my grandfather. He was jumped in Italy during the war and had PTSD. When a PTSD spell would come on he would repeat this word while squeezing his hands (he died before I was born, but my mother has told me a lot of stories). I was both sad and excited to see this word in Jeannette Walls’ Half Broke Horses because it means that someone has a story that connects to mine. The world is a patchwork quilt of stories, frayed at the seams, yes, but still sewn together.
If you dread laundry day, you need to come do your wash at my house.
It was a good day to daydream outside.
Jasper is just not sure another animal imitating a teen star should be in his house. (Hint=Jasper-Twilight, Justin-Canadian hair idol).
My best friends just know the t-shirts that I should have in my closet for a rainy day. Thanks Jess!