Day 293

Fewer sneezing episodes. My right leg doesn’t want to hold me up but it is not as painful. Today I asked Hollie to take Minnie to the vet for her rabies vaccination and well dog exam. I will also ask her to do a little shopping for bananas and toilet paper. I not so dull and grumpy so must be on the healing road. Maybe I can get the prescription that was promised last Monday and I haven’t connected with yet.

POH

Back in 1966, I was teaching in Hydesville in a K-8 school with five teachers. Everybody did double duty. I taught Kindergarten in the morning, fourth grade math while that teacher was teaching science to the 7^th and 8^th grade. Later I would go into the 7^th grade for English while the teacher did his half time principal job. It was a family, close and mutually supportive. Alice was my teaching friend and she and I did the construction of programs, meetings, PTS stuff, all the community gatherings. At graduation, Alice and I decorated, placed chairs, made programs, organized the students who were presenting, etc. everything. At four o’clock, she and I borrowed a pick up truck and drove into Fortuna to pick up the punch and the cake. We went to the Town Club first and the guy put the milk jug of punch right inside the tailgate so we could get it out easier. Then to the Adventist Bakery for the cake. The baker carried the cake and put it right behind the cab so the wind wouldn’t blow the lid off. Then we headed back to Hydesville. A car came across in front of Alice and she slammed on the brakes. The milk can did a little dance up the bed of the truck and laid down on the cake. The other driver stopped to apologize and when he saw how upset we were, he said, What’s the matter? Did you break a cake? We scurried back to the bakery where they were ready to close and they built us another cake. We got back to school just as the parents were coming in for the graduation ceremony.  We carried the broken cake into the break room and cut out a piece for the principal that read, Ass of “66.