because not everyone here really cares- OR-
Where but in the knitting of an intermediate novice (see side bar)can you find such great hope in the next finished object?
Thursday, April 25, 2013
A day off
Mr Sophanne did a pick up of Chinese food for lunch. Next to the Chinese food place is a Christian Charities outfit where he browses while waiting for food.
Several months ago he found a nice love seat which we very much needed and paid only $100 for. Cute, cozy, perfect for the space, and it felt good to be in the reuse-recycle phase of the world.
Today he saw a church pew. He convinced me to have a look and I was pleased. We have no real decor in our lives. It's mostly items gathered before and after marriage- two people living alone throwing their stuff together and slowly deciding what to keep and what to toss.
We now have a church pew. And I'm not unhappy about it.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Too dumbfounded for a title.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Chicken Bob and the Chicken Pox.
I was principal and secretary at the same time today for about 45 minutes. I saw the action.
During Chicken Bob's first grade class, a child came in to see the nurse approximately every 7 minutes (fortunately for all involved I am not and never will be the nurse.) All were complaining of rashes (slightly invisible rashes.) One student lingered after being dismissed by the nurse to tell me that "chicken Bob wants to know what we have and why we all have it." Again, summarily dismissed.
At the end of class Chicken Bob sat down next to the nurses desk and said, "I think we've got chicken pox going around" (something that's has all but vanished since the vaccine). The nurse asked "why do you think so?" Chicken bob replied "that's what the kids told me."
The nurse did some investigating in the first grade classroom. It's common knowledge in the building that first graders learn about life cycles and hatched some eggs just a few weeks ago. Healthy chicks living happily. Not surprisingly, it was interpolated by the first graders that those chickens were indeed the cause of the chicken pox epidemic.
And Chicken Bob, being chicken Bob, believed it.
Here's the cool thing about living where I live.