this?
NPR story/picture on handwoven spider silk. Seriously no one could pay me enough to collect that!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Loretta Morgan
Yesterday was spent at the hospital. Uncle is refusing hospice believing that he will be walking out any day now. It's hard to watch aunt and uncle but knowing that so many of you have been through such times I know that this too shall pass.
I took a walk to the waiting room yesterday to call Mr. Sophanne and my weariness led to telephone tears. I pulled it somewhat together and hung up.
Loretta Morgan is the woman who empties the garbage and dust-mops the floor in his room. She was in the waiting room taking a break. I looked to her and said "can you hug me and help me?" and she did. Turns out uncle was her grandmother's attorney way back when.
The world is so connected.
There are good people in it.
I took a walk to the waiting room yesterday to call Mr. Sophanne and my weariness led to telephone tears. I pulled it somewhat together and hung up.
Loretta Morgan is the woman who empties the garbage and dust-mops the floor in his room. She was in the waiting room taking a break. I looked to her and said "can you hug me and help me?" and she did. Turns out uncle was her grandmother's attorney way back when.
The world is so connected.
There are good people in it.
Friday, September 25, 2009
time out
Favorite Uncle is heading to hospice- I've been busy- thanks for being blog friends. I'll be back later.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Health Care...
or things you would prefer not to hear on a visit to the local hospital.
"He's got good insurance, let's keep him for observation."
"He's probably allergic to food additives- we better not feed him."
"I never said that."
"If you leave now, your insurance won't pay for anything." (which was a lie.)
from the doctor at 6:30 PM-after waiting for 9 hours to be seen "I'm still on my morning rounds."
A swollen tongue, some steroids, and 12 hours later, and all is well with the Mr. Sophanne- I'm glad for that but a little peeved at missing the big Celebration Weenie Roast at school.
"He's got good insurance, let's keep him for observation."
"He's probably allergic to food additives- we better not feed him."
"I never said that."
"If you leave now, your insurance won't pay for anything." (which was a lie.)
from the doctor at 6:30 PM-after waiting for 9 hours to be seen "I'm still on my morning rounds."
A swollen tongue, some steroids, and 12 hours later, and all is well with the Mr. Sophanne- I'm glad for that but a little peeved at missing the big Celebration Weenie Roast at school.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
In Search Of...
a crack me up post. Maggie and I are adventuring this weekend so there may be that.
In the meantime here's a little story. It might be a "you had to be there" story- consider yourself forewarned.
They are reconstructing the entrance to the school where I work. Because it is the entrance, work takes place in the evening when there is less traffic. Essentially we don't know what it will look like when we arrive in the morning.
Discussing this at lunch today, my favorite kindergarten aide said that she imagines little trolls, 2 ft. tall, coming in at night in their elf-like costumes, standing on each others shoulders and deconstructing and reconstructing the doorways. The art teacher began to sing "Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go." When I, with my raspy-just-finished-having-a-cold-voice, began to sing the monkey song from the Wizard of Oz, the kindergarten aide laughed chocolate shake out her nose.
I consider the day a success.
I phoned her this evening and left a message on her answering machine singing the oompah loompah song.
It just goes to show you that not all teacher's lounges are full of cranky-a$$ed complaining teachers.
In the meantime here's a little story. It might be a "you had to be there" story- consider yourself forewarned.
They are reconstructing the entrance to the school where I work. Because it is the entrance, work takes place in the evening when there is less traffic. Essentially we don't know what it will look like when we arrive in the morning.
Discussing this at lunch today, my favorite kindergarten aide said that she imagines little trolls, 2 ft. tall, coming in at night in their elf-like costumes, standing on each others shoulders and deconstructing and reconstructing the doorways. The art teacher began to sing "Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go." When I, with my raspy-just-finished-having-a-cold-voice, began to sing the monkey song from the Wizard of Oz, the kindergarten aide laughed chocolate shake out her nose.
I consider the day a success.
I phoned her this evening and left a message on her answering machine singing the oompah loompah song.
It just goes to show you that not all teacher's lounges are full of cranky-a$$ed complaining teachers.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Thursday, September 03, 2009
You too...
could pay $20 to learn that the check engine soon light comes on if you haven't closed your gas cap with three clicks.
Or you could read it here first. But you'd still have to pay $20 to get them to turn the light off.
Cast on for chicknits mondo cable shell/vest in some Louet gems superwash willow. After you've knit on 1's and 2's for a while, 8's feel like some serious cheatermaneater.
Don't forget to enter the giveaway. I'll randomly select a winner on Monday!
Or you could read it here first. But you'd still have to pay $20 to get them to turn the light off.
Cast on for chicknits mondo cable shell/vest in some Louet gems superwash willow. After you've knit on 1's and 2's for a while, 8's feel like some serious cheatermaneater.
Don't forget to enter the giveaway. I'll randomly select a winner on Monday!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
wave goes up?
There's a kid in kindergarten who I'm supposed to call "Pony."
ETA birth certificate middle name IS Pony. You'll understand that I've forgotten the first name. I was busy trying to call him Pony.
ETA birth certificate middle name IS Pony. You'll understand that I've forgotten the first name. I was busy trying to call him Pony.
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