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The sun is really shining today...
Nov. 9th, 2012 12:08 pmIt cleared yesterday afternoon and a wonderful sight it is. I feel as though the hurricane, the election, and the Nor'easter combined to create the Mother of All Storms in my head. Now it's over.
Yesterday I had an orientation at the elementary school for the tutoring I'll be doing. I'll be reading to/with one to three second graders for forty minutes every Friday afternoon. The class has a program called DEAR -- Drop Everything And Read. The weaker readers will come to me for assisted reading. I think that means that I'll listen to them read until they're totally stuck, and then I'll help out. I'll start the first Friday after the Thanksgiving break.
Because children are little pathogen reservoirs and I'm getting older, I've booked an appointment for a flu shot at my local Walgreen's this afternoon.
I've rescheduled my appointment to give blood for next Wednesday, and just realized that I've booked myself awfully tight -- I have an eye-doctor's appointment an hour before at a location a mile south of the Red Cross. Oh, well. If I roll in late are they going to throw me out?
Tomorrow I bike down to the headquarters of the Fralinger String Band to donate some used clothing, including a gently-used winter coat that has outgrown me. It cost me a whopping $15 to have it cleaned. *Gulp.* Well, it's for a good cause.
Speaking of the dry cleaners, I spent fifteen minutes in there talking with the owner. His tenant the shoe repair guy moved on to a bigger space, and the owner, who is more obsessed with clivia than I am with hippeastrum, has filled an entire 10 x 12 room with his clivia overflow. They're resting for the winter, so he isn't worried about the light levels.
I'll pause to let you consider the quantity of clivia this represents, or the investment. Seeds go for $10 apiece. They take five years, seed to bloom. Adults routinely run to high two figures and even three figures. Mature ones fill huge tubs.
Mr. Dry Cleaner Man clearly needs fellow enthusiasts to speak to. When I betrayed a tiny bit of knowledge of clivia the floodgates opened and we couldn't get away. He has a bazillion photos of his favorites in bloom on his smart phone. We saw those too, plus a smart phone tour of every windowsill and grow light he has at home. He says his wife thinks he's crazy. Roy was a little impatient but took it with good humor -- he understands the phenomenon.
Not one of the Dry Cleaner Clivias
Yesterday I had an orientation at the elementary school for the tutoring I'll be doing. I'll be reading to/with one to three second graders for forty minutes every Friday afternoon. The class has a program called DEAR -- Drop Everything And Read. The weaker readers will come to me for assisted reading. I think that means that I'll listen to them read until they're totally stuck, and then I'll help out. I'll start the first Friday after the Thanksgiving break.
Because children are little pathogen reservoirs and I'm getting older, I've booked an appointment for a flu shot at my local Walgreen's this afternoon.
I've rescheduled my appointment to give blood for next Wednesday, and just realized that I've booked myself awfully tight -- I have an eye-doctor's appointment an hour before at a location a mile south of the Red Cross. Oh, well. If I roll in late are they going to throw me out?
Tomorrow I bike down to the headquarters of the Fralinger String Band to donate some used clothing, including a gently-used winter coat that has outgrown me. It cost me a whopping $15 to have it cleaned. *Gulp.* Well, it's for a good cause.
Speaking of the dry cleaners, I spent fifteen minutes in there talking with the owner. His tenant the shoe repair guy moved on to a bigger space, and the owner, who is more obsessed with clivia than I am with hippeastrum, has filled an entire 10 x 12 room with his clivia overflow. They're resting for the winter, so he isn't worried about the light levels.
I'll pause to let you consider the quantity of clivia this represents, or the investment. Seeds go for $10 apiece. They take five years, seed to bloom. Adults routinely run to high two figures and even three figures. Mature ones fill huge tubs.
Mr. Dry Cleaner Man clearly needs fellow enthusiasts to speak to. When I betrayed a tiny bit of knowledge of clivia the floodgates opened and we couldn't get away. He has a bazillion photos of his favorites in bloom on his smart phone. We saw those too, plus a smart phone tour of every windowsill and grow light he has at home. He says his wife thinks he's crazy. Roy was a little impatient but took it with good humor -- he understands the phenomenon.
Not one of the Dry Cleaner Clivias
