My local library (which I've haunted off and on for nearly 50 years now) is sponsoring a simple reading contest which ends on April 1st. Fool that I am, I've put myself into reading mode--up late reading, up early reading, grabbing minutes throughout the day, carrying a book any and everywhere I go. I'll post my list of favorites once this is finished, AND hopefully I'll win the Kindle! So far...mmmmmmmm...it's all been deliciousl.
I spent a few days recently in Chicago visiting a lab high school. I've been involved in an academy at BYU for nearly two years which seeks to educate principals in best practices for school leadership--specifically Professional Learning Communities. That all led me to Chicago. I ought to post about my time at Adlai Stevenson High School. Perhaps. But on the lighter side of that trip...I witnessed something in Chicago's Midway Airport that I have NEVER seen!!!! And I saw it NOT ONCE, NOT TWICE, BUT THREE times!! I saw THREE different people at THREE different times on THREE different moving walkways FALL!!! Flat on their faces as they stepped off! Yikes... I ran right over to the first portly older woman. She got up and brushed herself off--assured us she was OK. The next gal limped a little. The third man moved to the wall and stood while his wife pulled up his pantleg and checked for injuries. My strategy is to stop the last few yards and coast before I get off.
From an email of one of my adorable students: i love animals it doesn't really matter what kind i just love helping them. once i was riding my bike home from school and i saw a pigeon on the side of the rode. it couldn't fly so i picked it up and carried it six miles (all the way home) i gave it pieces of bread and water, and in the next two days it flew away.
"Allelujah...Never Knew Ya" This in from Bruce. It came from Ben's school.
Farm Report: We just received word that Margarita (our adopted alpaca who still lives in Oregon awaiting her pick-up) gave birth to a handsome male cria last week!! Our camelid herd is growing! Their spirits don't seem to be dampened by yet more snow as I write this. We've been hosting deer in our perimeter all winter--their choice not ours. At the same time we've kept our eyes peeled for a wandering moose who stomped my friend Annette's poodle to death!! I KNOW!
Some of my genetic extensions have been whooping it up in Florida. I guess that could be called balance.
Last night my knitting group unraveled a bit. Some were out of town, some opted to view the BYU wake. The Arctic Circle was designated for leftover knitters. None of those but myself as it turned out, but I did meet up with my goat cheese friend and her daughter. Remember her 10-year-old son Trey in your prayers and mediations. Trey is severely cerebral palsied and had his leg broken in the push and shove of school last week. He's off to Primary Children's Hospital today because of his obvious pain. She told me Trey's job at school each day is to "check" the writing of the pre-schoolers and give them a thumbs up or down. To say that they love him is an understatement of epic porportions.
Paco is on a run today to scope out supplies. We're putting together plans for a dog hotel/kennel. Hopefully we'll attract a few Denver-like dogs.
On a sunny free morning during my Chicago trip, I hastened to the Lincoln Park Zoo. As I was standing with a group at the hippo lair, I said casually to a woman and young girl next to me, "I wonder if these hippos are social." The woman responded, (a little snippily for my comfort) "Perhaps one of the zoo docents can impart that information to you." Impart indeed...
And with that, I'm back to my books.