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| A bit of impromptu art by one of the first grade bobkitties |
36 degrees/rain/snow/wind
Pentoga Road
Oh Lord, would someone just shoot me? If I'd have wanted this weather day in and day out, I'd have remained in Sitka, which is centered smack dab in the middle of the world's largest moderate rain forest.
Make the rain and snow and cold go away, please?
We must have received some snow during the night as there's an inch of slush on the back deck. Thankfully, the white stuff turned to rain and the slush should be gone in short order.
Meanwhile, I'm going to that happy place in my mind.
Ah, the first day of May. Mayday. I believe I tell the story every year of how in first grade, my beloved teacher, Mrs. McDonald, taught us to make May baskets from construction paper and paste. After, we'd go outside and fill them with dandelions and violets, arranging them just so.
The high point of May Day was walking several blocks in a single file line and taking turns hanging a basket on someone's door, ringing the doorbell, them running and hiding, but not so far that we couldn't see the expression on the person's face when she discovered that a secret friend had left a gift of flowers.
I thought that if I'd have been subbing in first grade today and the weather would have been decent, I'd do the same with my class. It's probably a good thing I'm not since there are no flowers to pick.
Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, and other major holiday's are most people's favorites. Mayday ranks right up there as mine.
... and to Mrs. McDonald of 1958, thank you for setting the common sense education bar so high. I've tried to live up to your standards over the years. Most of all, thank you for the wonderful memories of May Day. May you and Mr. McDonald continue to rest in peace.
Speaking of education, I had a wonderful day in Bobkittyland on Tuesday. The munchkins were good as they could be and we picked 'em up and put 'em down in the name of learning.
The past two days have flown by and I'm looking forward to teaching the same class this coming Friday.
I met my friend and fellow educator, Bruce, his brother, and another friend, after school at the site where he'll be selling bedding plants this spring.
He's built a garage/pole building, leaving the roofing panels off the rear half and will be putting poly film over those to have a selling greenhouse.
Since he's working with metal rafters and not the conventional hoops, several of us gathered to add our ideas on how we felt he might improvise in putting on the poly.
I think we came up with a workable solution and five of us will gather after school on Friday afternoon to put the plan into place.
Since several of the larger area greenhouses caved in this winter due to the massive amounts of snow, Bruce should have a booming business and his first year extremely successful.
Sargie and I went to town late in the afternoon for her Coke. Once home, we enjoyed bowls of her broccoli/cheesy soup she'd made earlier in the day.
Today. The weather's not fit to do anything. I don't feel like warming up the shop as it's so chilly and damp. I've thought about putting on my rain gear and going for my usual walk, but...
Maybe Sargie and I will take a ride to some far distant town in the name of discovering bargains and treasures such as the world has never seen.
On the other hand, we might just hunker down and hibernate inside the house.
In mathematical terms, one might put forth that:
hot soup + cold rainy weather + cozy warmth from the wood stove + a comfortable couch = closed eyes.
That's a formula you can take to the bank.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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