15-2; 15-4.

I attended the first half of a grant writing workshop yesterday. It has been hosted by the Police Department so there were lots of public-sector types there. It was solid information from 9:00 to 4:00 with a break for lunch and WOW! did I learn a lot!

Breakfast downer.

Is this like reading tea leaves? hmmm... I wonder how the rest of the day will go?

Don't touch ANYTHING.

I just found this picture on the Internet and it made me giggle. Nothing more.

Little victories matter.

 

It's hard to see this picture, but it is a picture of a retired teacher and a former student. The student is a guy who most certainly rides a Harley - tattoos up and down his arms, long hair - in short, he's a caricature of a biker. We were having drinks last night (emphasis on the plural) and debriefing a particularly trying week. We were talking about all of the bullshit we put up with at school and how important it is to hang on to little victories.

The circle of life.

I was sitting at The Peak this morning, waiting for McKenna to finish her Results training session. A gentleman in his 80s, I'd guess, sat down in the lounge area (he's the guy on the left). Soon, another older guy (on the right) joined him and they started visiting. The first guy pulls one of those electronic 20 Questions toys out of his pocket and asks the other guy to "think of an item." He starts asking him each question on the screen, peering into the toy through the sweet spot in his bifocals to read each line. He was tickled to share his wondrous new toy with his friend.

Crazy Beautiful!

I go get coffee nearly every day (okay, who am I kidding - EVERY day). There are two different young women who work at the place... Both of them are pleasant and efficient, but one of them is the personification of "TMI!" She tells me the weirdest things as I sit there, waiting for my morning joe. She told me about how there is a "sock rule" in their house. "It's just a rule! I don't know what it is about me, but I need rules. So the "sock rule" is just a rule!" ...um... okay... I was never sure if they had to wear socks? or they couldn't wear socks? or their socks need to match? or they had to be knee socks? It just seems like a weird thing to obsess about... (course if I obsessed about a few more things in MY house, things might be a little tidier...)