Am I firstff?
I’ve been up, had breakfast and taken the trash out.
And you guys are still lolling around in bed!
Except Jo and Tychicus.
Hi Jo
Hi Tychicus.
Last night we were watching the Christmas special from Rockefeller Center. This isn’t a traditional Christmas song nor is Sting who I think of to sing one but I heard this and liked it. Then I read the lyrics.
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
One for Peter, two for Paul
And three for Him that made us all
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
God bless the master of this house
And the mistress also
And all the little children
That round your table grow
The cattle in your stable
The dogs at your front door
And all that dwell within your gates
We’ll wish you ten times more
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
One for Peter, two for Paul
And three for Him that made us all
Go down into the cellar
And see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty
We’ll hope that you’ll be kind
We’ll hope that you’ll be kind
With your apple and your pear
And we’ll come no more a-soulin’
Till Christmas time next year
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
One for Peter, two for Paul
And three for Him that made us all
The streets are very dirty
Me shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket
To put a penny in
If you haven’t got a penny
A ha’penny will do
If you haven’t got a ha’penny
Then God bless you
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
One for Peter, two for Paul
And three for Him that made us all
For Him that made us all
For Him that made us all
Roscuro, re: your comment last night on the femur. Yes, that is our concern as well. It takes a lot to break a femur, so she must have been hit hard. Hopefully, all will heal well.
This morning, I got this e-mail from a fellow Lion and a Georgia Bulldog. We have some interesting mutual harassment. Leon’s a good guy.
“A few month ago I read an article from the President of the American Atheists Organization David Silver . He stated that all college AD’s would be contacted and warned to tell their coaches any word of GOD or pray to the players would stop or action would be taken on the school. He listed the collages and names of the coaches across the United States who would be targeted first. I don’t remember the list but Georgia and Mark Richt was the top
of the list also on the list was Clemson coach.”
I replied to all of his list, with this:
Leon’s post reminded me of something.
So, I dug out my 1957 “Garnet & Black”, the USC annual.
They have a section for Religion, and on p. 214 there is a picture of Coach Warren Giese’s team kneeling in prayer before a game.
(Can’t tell if the coach was leading the prayer.)
Musical Advent Calendar – Day 3: This is my favourite hymn for Advent. The 5th century text is from the Liturgy of St. James and is general set to the traditional French tune Picardy. This lovely arrangement is performed in Spanish by a Mexican choir and orchestra. The English version of the text reads:
Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded, for with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth, our full homage to demand.
King of kings yet born of Mary, as of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords in human vesture, in the body and the blood,
He will give to all the faithful His own self for heavenly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth from the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish as the darkness clears away.
At his feet the six-winged seraph, cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the presence, as with ceaseless voice they cry
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, Lord most high!
Kim, the modern/traditional carol A Souling was originally performed by Peter, Paul, and Mary. I have a recording of them singing it. The tune is based on an old folksong “Hey ho, Nobody home”, while the words are a compilation of several wassailing and souling songs and rhymes. The words, for example, of the second last verse come from an old rhyme:
Christmas is a coming, the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat.
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do;
If you haven’t got a ha’penny, then God bless you.
Christmas is a coming, the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat.
Always reminds me of my college (and beyond) boyfriend who used to sing those two lines at Christmas for some reason, just a random thing he’d always do. 🙂
I really need to get some things done today, I found myself mesmerized by the shooting coverage all day yesterday as it was in our backyard and some of our colleagues were involved in covering it.
Tomorrow it’s off to the craft fair in Pomona, an annual day trip I take with an old friend who was my childhood next-door neighbor (we were in elementary school, high school & girl scouts together, a lot of years shared).
The Goodman Theatre in Chicago does a lovely rendition of A Christmas Carol, or at least they used to. I have seen it at least four times. The same man played Scrooge for more than twenty years, but the last time I saw it, it had a different Scrooge. And Bob Cratchitt’s family was multiracial in a way that defied belief. He was white, his wife Chinese, their children black and white and Hispanic and Asian, or something along that line. Obviously working-class people who could barely survive were not adopting children from all over the globe, and so it was a reality killer cast for me, but that’s just me.
Anyway, that song, particularly that verse, is a big part of the play, and years ago I wrote another verse.
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat.
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do;
If you haven’t got a ha’penny, then God bless you.
Then . . .
Christmas is over, the goose is only bones,
Please put a penny toward the old man’s loans.
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do;
If you haven’t got a ha’penny, then God bless you.
We’ve been to the doc’s office for lab work for the next scheduled blasting procedure on the 14th. In the process of being there and asking about my jury Duty on the 15th, the day after surgery, I managed to lose that important paper. And just now, back at home, Miss Bosley knocked over the pill organizer for Art and several days worth dumped out. 😦
Minor frustrations, but the kind of little things that make you realize life has its little as well as big bumps all the way home. Now I have to figure out what to do in a more major way with what I already did not know what to do with in getting out of jury duty. Now I don’t have the form the doc needs to sign.
BTW, in case some of you, like me, are writing a Christmas letter, I did a blog post on the subject, including a guess at what God would have put in HIS Christmas letter BC 3 or so . . .
Cheryl, having a multi-racial cast may not be so much about being inclusive as that being the whole point of theatre and acting. People are playing parts that they are not really. The greater the actor’s genius, the less who they really are matters. When the film about Stephen Hawking came out, some ultra-liberal people began to demand why a healthy actor should play a disabled person and why weren’t more disabled people cast in roles. They had totally missed the point of acting. In Shakespeare’s day, not only was a character like Othello not really played by a Moorish actor, but none of the women characters were played by women. The audience knew that, but they understood that part of the enjoyment of theatre was suspending disbelief and losing yourself in the actor’s interpretation of a role.
It is cold and dreary in the Sunny South. I don’t like cold. The only benefit I can see of cold weather is to have a fire in the fireplace…except….we are having trouble with our gas fireplace and can’t turn it on. I have contacted the company who supplied it to the builder and they are trying to be most helpful.
My small heater is working fine: Miss Bosley is a warm purr body heater.
It is much cooler today, and while out, Art commented that this is the first day that both looks and feels like winter.
I went out to the shrubs in the front yard and tried to shake lose all the dead leaves that had fallen into them. It felt really cold, almost as cold as the dog park in L. A., and that is super chilly with icing on top.
Yay, the gardener called & his pal who does roofing is back in the country, so they’re coming over in about an hour to check out my roof.
No rain here (which is probably good since my roof is in a precarious state). Sunny, mid-70s.
I fell off the wagon today and bought fast food on the way home from shopping — I’ve been really good about staying clear of it. Oh well, I guess once in a while …
Kim, I took a spin through Williams-Sonoma at the mall. Just to dream. 🙂
Roscuro, that makes sense about the actors playing people they aren’t really. Problem is, in the play if I recall correctly, almost the only scenes with family in them have them all seated around the table talking. So there isn’t much character building going on, and the whole scene has this unbelievable “family” front and center. Irf they were moving around and doing stuff it would probably be less obvious. I was very used to mixed-race families (we had quite a few in my church) and I still found it way too distracting.
Chas around here a plumber comes to make sure all the gas lines are working properly. The plumber cane earlier in the week and lit the pilot light but said we were supposed to have a remote controller to turn it on and off. The builder installed a “light switch ” to turn it on and off. We tried the switch and it ddon’t work. We don’t have any sort of remote.
This morning I finished the “Grandma’s Garden” cards I made for part of my mother-in-law’s Christmas gift (and a set for each daughter, too). I sent AJ a photo. It has nine photos of plants (all but one flowers) and four or five photos of animals (five for hers, four for the girls). The two best photos, I had made into post cards, so the sets also include some copies of the post cards. And I bought (mail order) some of those little boxes with clear lids, and an elasticized gold tie, that cards are sometimes sold in. That was a fun project to work on, and I like how they look.
I’m not a knitter or a watercolor artist or anything, so I give cards I’ve made by hand but that usually isn’t a gift. But a gift featuring something of the recipient’s own doing seems doubly fun.
OK, roof project is a go when the guy can do it (he works for a big roofing company, doing this on the side on weekends — not cheap, but I googled the average roof prices in L.A. and the price he quoted me is pretty much right in the middle).
Donna, there was a shoutout this morning on our local radio station to the LA Times reporters for being so far ahead of all the other media types during the SB shooting.
kare, the Times did a great job. Of course they put 15 reporters on the story, resources none of the rest of the media in the immediate area (for sure not us) has, so it’s never really a very fair competition. But our inland papers held their own despite having just a few folks who could work it.
Hello, Jo. The train just rumbled by and rattled the windows which gets Miss Bosley’s attention every time as far as I can tell. The train is behind the houses across the street which must get rattled even more.
Have you ever set up the chairs in your classroom like a train and let the children tell what they see in their imagination as they are traveling? We did that with younger ones in the preschool. It was always fun. You could vary the locale of country, city, mountains, beach resort area, etc.
Am I firstff?
I’ve been up, had breakfast and taken the trash out.
And you guys are still lolling around in bed!
Except Jo and Tychicus.
Hi Jo
Hi Tychicus.
😉
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I am up and moving.
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Last night we were watching the Christmas special from Rockefeller Center. This isn’t a traditional Christmas song nor is Sting who I think of to sing one but I heard this and liked it. Then I read the lyrics.
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
One for Peter, two for Paul
And three for Him that made us all
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
God bless the master of this house
And the mistress also
And all the little children
That round your table grow
The cattle in your stable
The dogs at your front door
And all that dwell within your gates
We’ll wish you ten times more
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
One for Peter, two for Paul
And three for Him that made us all
Go down into the cellar
And see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty
We’ll hope that you’ll be kind
We’ll hope that you’ll be kind
With your apple and your pear
And we’ll come no more a-soulin’
Till Christmas time next year
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
One for Peter, two for Paul
And three for Him that made us all
The streets are very dirty
Me shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket
To put a penny in
If you haven’t got a penny
A ha’penny will do
If you haven’t got a ha’penny
Then God bless you
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
A soul cake, a soul cake
Please, good missus, a soul cake
One for Peter, two for Paul
And three for Him that made us all
For Him that made us all
For Him that made us all
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Roscuro, re: your comment last night on the femur. Yes, that is our concern as well. It takes a lot to break a femur, so she must have been hit hard. Hopefully, all will heal well.
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Kare,I was worried when you initially said she was hit by a car.
That’s how my young brother was killed.
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This morning, I got this e-mail from a fellow Lion and a Georgia Bulldog. We have some interesting mutual harassment. Leon’s a good guy.
“A few month ago I read an article from the President of the American Atheists Organization David Silver . He stated that all college AD’s would be contacted and warned to tell their coaches any word of GOD or pray to the players would stop or action would be taken on the school. He listed the collages and names of the coaches across the United States who would be targeted first. I don’t remember the list but Georgia and Mark Richt was the top
of the list also on the list was Clemson coach.”
I replied to all of his list, with this:
Leon’s post reminded me of something.
So, I dug out my 1957 “Garnet & Black”, the USC annual.
They have a section for Religion, and on p. 214 there is a picture of Coach Warren Giese’s team kneeling in prayer before a game.
(Can’t tell if the coach was leading the prayer.)
It wasn’t illegal in those days..
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If God doesn’t exist, why do atheists care so much? Would they object to a reading of Grimms Fairy Tales?
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Musical Advent Calendar – Day 3: This is my favourite hymn for Advent. The 5th century text is from the Liturgy of St. James and is general set to the traditional French tune Picardy. This lovely arrangement is performed in Spanish by a Mexican choir and orchestra. The English version of the text reads:
Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded, for with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth, our full homage to demand.
King of kings yet born of Mary, as of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords in human vesture, in the body and the blood,
He will give to all the faithful His own self for heavenly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth from the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish as the darkness clears away.
At his feet the six-winged seraph, cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the presence, as with ceaseless voice they cry
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, Lord most high!
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Kim, the modern/traditional carol A Souling was originally performed by Peter, Paul, and Mary. I have a recording of them singing it. The tune is based on an old folksong “Hey ho, Nobody home”, while the words are a compilation of several wassailing and souling songs and rhymes. The words, for example, of the second last verse come from an old rhyme:
Christmas is a coming, the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat.
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do;
If you haven’t got a ha’penny, then God bless you.
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Christmas is a coming, the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat.
Always reminds me of my college (and beyond) boyfriend who used to sing those two lines at Christmas for some reason, just a random thing he’d always do. 🙂
I really need to get some things done today, I found myself mesmerized by the shooting coverage all day yesterday as it was in our backyard and some of our colleagues were involved in covering it.
Tomorrow it’s off to the craft fair in Pomona, an annual day trip I take with an old friend who was my childhood next-door neighbor (we were in elementary school, high school & girl scouts together, a lot of years shared).
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Oh, and Mouse! With a stash of toys! Early Christmas?
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The Goodman Theatre in Chicago does a lovely rendition of A Christmas Carol, or at least they used to. I have seen it at least four times. The same man played Scrooge for more than twenty years, but the last time I saw it, it had a different Scrooge. And Bob Cratchitt’s family was multiracial in a way that defied belief. He was white, his wife Chinese, their children black and white and Hispanic and Asian, or something along that line. Obviously working-class people who could barely survive were not adopting children from all over the globe, and so it was a reality killer cast for me, but that’s just me.
Anyway, that song, particularly that verse, is a big part of the play, and years ago I wrote another verse.
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat.
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do;
If you haven’t got a ha’penny, then God bless you.
Then . . .
Christmas is over, the goose is only bones,
Please put a penny toward the old man’s loans.
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do;
If you haven’t got a ha’penny, then God bless you.
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Don’t know if anyone would be interested, but here is a brief story about a Stafford landmark, Chelle’s 50s Car Hop Diner. . .
http://www.courant.com/community/stafford/hc-rop-dining-1203-20151130-story.html
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We’ve been to the doc’s office for lab work for the next scheduled blasting procedure on the 14th. In the process of being there and asking about my jury Duty on the 15th, the day after surgery, I managed to lose that important paper. And just now, back at home, Miss Bosley knocked over the pill organizer for Art and several days worth dumped out. 😦
Minor frustrations, but the kind of little things that make you realize life has its little as well as big bumps all the way home. Now I have to figure out what to do in a more major way with what I already did not know what to do with in getting out of jury duty. Now I don’t have the form the doc needs to sign.
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Pouring rain here with blowing wind. I love days like this, especially when I have a warm cozy house, M&Ms and a good book.
Unfortunately, three of my guys are working a distance from home and will come back in bad weather, so my enthusiasm is dimmed.
I also need to stay away from the M&Ms–peanut butter–and have writing to do.
But, otherwise, a promising day and I’m SO THANKFUL FOR RAIN! 🙂
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BTW, in case some of you, like me, are writing a Christmas letter, I did a blog post on the subject, including a guess at what God would have put in HIS Christmas letter BC 3 or so . . .
FYI: http://michelleule.com/2015/12/01/5-things-i-want-to-read-in-christmas-letters/
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I enjoyed that post, Michelle. And the photo of you with the books is great!
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Cheryl, having a multi-racial cast may not be so much about being inclusive as that being the whole point of theatre and acting. People are playing parts that they are not really. The greater the actor’s genius, the less who they really are matters. When the film about Stephen Hawking came out, some ultra-liberal people began to demand why a healthy actor should play a disabled person and why weren’t more disabled people cast in roles. They had totally missed the point of acting. In Shakespeare’s day, not only was a character like Othello not really played by a Moorish actor, but none of the women characters were played by women. The audience knew that, but they understood that part of the enjoyment of theatre was suspending disbelief and losing yourself in the actor’s interpretation of a role.
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It is cold and dreary in the Sunny South. I don’t like cold. The only benefit I can see of cold weather is to have a fire in the fireplace…except….we are having trouble with our gas fireplace and can’t turn it on. I have contacted the company who supplied it to the builder and they are trying to be most helpful.
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My small heater is working fine: Miss Bosley is a warm purr body heater.
It is much cooler today, and while out, Art commented that this is the first day that both looks and feels like winter.
I went out to the shrubs in the front yard and tried to shake lose all the dead leaves that had fallen into them. It felt really cold, almost as cold as the dog park in L. A., and that is super chilly with icing on top.
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Kim, the problem with gas logs is usually the pilot light.
We keep ours on all year. Saves lot of commotion and costs virtually nothing.
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Chas, I am thinking the logs and everything had to be turned off when the house sold and utilities transferred.
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Yay, the gardener called & his pal who does roofing is back in the country, so they’re coming over in about an hour to check out my roof.
No rain here (which is probably good since my roof is in a precarious state). Sunny, mid-70s.
I fell off the wagon today and bought fast food on the way home from shopping — I’ve been really good about staying clear of it. Oh well, I guess once in a while …
Kim, I took a spin through Williams-Sonoma at the mall. Just to dream. 🙂
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Roscuro, that makes sense about the actors playing people they aren’t really. Problem is, in the play if I recall correctly, almost the only scenes with family in them have them all seated around the table talking. So there isn’t much character building going on, and the whole scene has this unbelievable “family” front and center. Irf they were moving around and doing stuff it would probably be less obvious. I was very used to mixed-race families (we had quite a few in my church) and I still found it way too distracting.
That’s a good point, though.
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Chas around here a plumber comes to make sure all the gas lines are working properly. The plumber cane earlier in the week and lit the pilot light but said we were supposed to have a remote controller to turn it on and off. The builder installed a “light switch ” to turn it on and off. We tried the switch and it ddon’t work. We don’t have any sort of remote.
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This morning I finished the “Grandma’s Garden” cards I made for part of my mother-in-law’s Christmas gift (and a set for each daughter, too). I sent AJ a photo. It has nine photos of plants (all but one flowers) and four or five photos of animals (five for hers, four for the girls). The two best photos, I had made into post cards, so the sets also include some copies of the post cards. And I bought (mail order) some of those little boxes with clear lids, and an elasticized gold tie, that cards are sometimes sold in. That was a fun project to work on, and I like how they look.
I’m not a knitter or a watercolor artist or anything, so I give cards I’ve made by hand but that usually isn’t a gift. But a gift featuring something of the recipient’s own doing seems doubly fun.
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My husband sent me this link about media mocking prayers after yesterday’s shooting: faith in government, not God. http://thefederalist.com/2015/12/03/the-left-prays-after-san-bernardino-shooting-to-its-god-of-government/
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OK, roof project is a go when the guy can do it (he works for a big roofing company, doing this on the side on weekends — not cheap, but I googled the average roof prices in L.A. and the price he quoted me is pretty much right in the middle).
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cheryl, I love Mollie, follow her on Twitter & michelle linked to that same piece on the politics thread today, I think.
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Donna, thanks. I just went and read that thread. It’s the one I’m least likely to check.
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Donna, there was a shoutout this morning on our local radio station to the LA Times reporters for being so far ahead of all the other media types during the SB shooting.
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kare, the Times did a great job. Of course they put 15 reporters on the story, resources none of the rest of the media in the immediate area (for sure not us) has, so it’s never really a very fair competition. But our inland papers held their own despite having just a few folks who could work it.
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planning on spending my Saturday at school working on report cards. I did lots of assessments, now to get it all down.
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Hello, Jo. The train just rumbled by and rattled the windows which gets Miss Bosley’s attention every time as far as I can tell. The train is behind the houses across the street which must get rattled even more.
Have you ever set up the chairs in your classroom like a train and let the children tell what they see in their imagination as they are traveling? We did that with younger ones in the preschool. It was always fun. You could vary the locale of country, city, mountains, beach resort area, etc.
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Good evening Jo. I hope you got all the cards done.
It’s almost time for me to leave.
But it’s Friday!
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Janice, like me, is in the Eastern time zone.
That is a weird time to be up.
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