I just found this picture...and since I cannot blog on my visit to my geriatric gynecologist, I am using the picture to keep a place.

I really like the picture!

Some years are for growing Amaryllis...some are not. This is an Amaryllis year!
One of the most important lessons given in teacher training was that of gaining the janitor's respect. The janitor would be the first to know if one was losing it...or if one never had it!

I'm clearing out files. Not only is it an Amaryllis year, it is a year for file cleaning. I found the following: A certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.
Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it.Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.

And that is why teacher training focused on the importance of the janitors!

I have no idea what the rules of copyright for a blog...but I'm just finding stuff and putting it up so that I don't lose it. I found this somewhere...an exercise in writing six word stories:

-Seeing the world before it’s gone.
-Superwoman has got nothing on me…
-Tried to hate.
Love won out.
-Followed dream. Found cure. Nobody interested

I just discovered something that I forgot I had!

The Rights of the Reader
Daniel Pennac
The right not to read
The right to skip pages

The right to not finish
The right to reread
The right to read anything
The right to escapism
The right to read anywhere
The right to read out loud
The right not to defend your tastes

I have to find a photo for this but now I have found this...

At a Ceaileigh awhile ago a friend and I performed the following - a list of descriptions of whiskey...as we read back and forth, we crumpled to the floor and ended whispering to the ceiling...it was fun. We didn't win. My friend's partner was a judge.

About Whiskey

Minty sweet
Oily and firm
Pure caramel
Sweet almost meaty
Plenty of dolorso character
Warming in a vigorous well defined finish
Gradually revealing a broad complex of interlocking flavors
Rounded and velvet-soft with a big development of dry, spicy, bitter-sweet marmalade-like orange and heathery smoky flavours even a faint tang of saltiness
The flavours are so tightly interlocked at first that the whiskey appears reluctant to give up its secrets…
Aromatic, heather-honey notes give way to cut-grass malty sweetness which intensifies into a sudden burst of peat
Peat some incense like heather honey with a fruity softness
Unhurried, with chocolaty notes and gingery dryness
Skips sweetly along at first and then becomes mean and moody
Salty, dry, smoky – a roaring crescendo…
Lots of seaweedy, oily, peppery notes
Tangy again in a rather quick finish
A late echo of its peaty island home
A bit of cinnamon wouldn’t you say?
Assertive wet-earth character
Fresh light flowery fruitiness
Sweetish without being cloying
Lightly sweet without being sticky
Chewy – definitely chewy
Lingering to the tongue
A cigar-box character
A hint of sulpher
A touch of mustard
Some spirity notes
Faintly phenolic
Astonishingly creamy
Rich and luscious
Fairly warming
Clinging moth-feel
A whiff of smokiness
Gingery and crisp
A hit of oakiness
It lingers but not long enough

In Edward Albee's Sandbox, the grandmother responds to the events with the words: Lordy, Lordy, Lordy.
Walt Whitman yearns to sound a barbaric yawp.
And I alternate between Lordy, Lordy, Lordy and yawping...

I found a shopping list amongst my important papers:

...ginger...potatoes...insurance...yogurt...Get a life!...blood tests...broth

So I went up the mountain and got a life!