Gulp... I have a unicorn for a granddaughter!

October 31, 2018 - Wednesday evening

38 degrees/clear skies/breezy

Pentoga Road

It's Hambone to the rescue!

Ah, witches, goblins, unicorns, super heroes, you name it, I saw them all today while substitute teaching.

Actually, it was a very pleasant, if tiring, day in the education field. Mine began as the PE teacher in the high school.

Things went well at the senior high, home of the Bob Cats. Good kids, really good kids.

While teaching at the elementary school, I refer to my munchkins as "Bob Kitties". They giggle and laugh, but try as they may to correct Mr. P, they are still referred to as Bob Kitties.

I moved to the elementary school at lunch time. The Bob Kitties were excited that it was Halloween and since they'd just returned from parading through the local nursing home, I noticed many were "sugared up."

Still we had a good time and the afternoon flew by.

My friend, Mr. Hall, the elementary principal, was a mad scientist. He never broke from his costume for the entire day.

I like Neal a great deal. A few years younger than I am, but a crusty old veteran like myself, we talk the same language and have the same philosophy when it comes to education.

I was gone from the elementary school like a shot out of a canon once the students had departed. Home and my clothes changed, I hopped on the backhoe and began working in the area of the old burn pile.

It was wet and muddy, but with the temperatures to dip well below freezing, accompanied by a chance of snow next week, time is growing short.

In the end, the area was made as smooth as possible for the conditions. Hopefully, it will stay dry through Saturday when it will be raked smooth and grass seed planted.

Sargie had to close tonight. What to have for supper? In the end, I decided to make a big ol' pot of old fashioned vegetable beef stew.

I dug deep into the freezer and pulled out every frozen vegetable known to modern man, or at least those I'd previously frozen from the garden.

The stew is delicious, perfect on a cold and windy night.

Sargie should be home shortly and thankfully, she has Thursday off. Unlike some people, I'll be back in Florence bright and early in the morning filling in for the PE teacher. Tomorrow will be the second of three days teaching this week. It's one more than I really wanted, but they are desperate for subs.

I can do this I can do this I can do this I can do this I can do this I can do this I can do this I can do this I can do this. 

S'cuse me, I was just practicing a positive mental attitude so I can go into school tomorrow with a smile on my face.

It's time to get the stew reheated and supper ready for my most favorite optician in the world. After? Well, it'll be time to make that long, difficult, climb up the stairs to bed.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...