i don’t know how i did it, but i don’t remember eating it.  i bought it at the grocery store this morning after nola—yes, i actually went to the grocery, first time in months.  granted, it was chunks, not the whole big thing, but shouldn’t they be here somewhere?

you asked me about my concerns.  i am concerned about my cognitive functions: my inability to read more than a page or two, to arrive on time for that for which i heretofore was always prompt. forgetting to bathe.

my inability to locate my watermelon.

Absolutely!

                      Angie and Annabelle
                                An Ambi-authorial Attempt

Aerobatic Angie ascended airward arriving at an amazing accelerated agility!  Acerbic as Annabelle, alas. Aristocratic Aunt AnnaBelle, actually; anyone’s august ancestor. Although almost an atheist, Annabelle anchored any acrobatic action.

Artistry angered Angie awfully! Agonized, Annabelle articulated an agonized “ASSHOLE!” Angie artfully avoided actual asphalt, although an agonized Annabelle ate…..as Annabelle’s agonizing Asshole also achingly asked all audience attendants, “Ach! an astute assassin allaying anxiety?”

Aha! an angry ambassador adds an allied allocution: “Alors! Are all authors acting advisedly?” And Angie asks, awfully, “Aspirin?”

Agog, Annabelle aspirated, ack ack ack.

“Achoo!” adumbrates Angie, asthmatic Albanian aerialist. “Allow an acrobat Albuterol!”
“Ahoy! Anchors aweigh!” Asshole Arthur answered Angie archly, as aggravated Ambassador Anuskiewicz adds an agonized “awwwww…”
Annabelle, agog as always and acting aggrieved, articulates an admirable answer anyway (as adversarial aerialist Angie, all alone, again airily articulates an ampersand acrobatic action; “Achtung!” advises Anuskiewicz—addressing Angie? Annabelle?—“Act as adults!”) Annabelle avers: “Ahem…”
and, alternately, an albatross awks above:
“AWWK! AWKK! Another asinine authority!”

jus’ me an’ jo, chattering away obsessively on scrine. (to be continued….)

my brand new cell phone kicked.  won’t do nuthin, not even come on.  i’ll have to take it somewhere.  i haven’t even gotten the first Tmobile bill yet.

that we celebrate “multitasking” and medicate a large proportion of our children against attention deficit?

i have realized in this past month of teaching that the major theme for this spring is concentration.  even for my best artists, it is almost impossible to get them to do two things in succession.  they do not know how to listen AND THEN act on direct instructions they hear.  on the other hand, they are aware that there are motions to be gone through: it’s just that these motions don’t seem to connect to any kind of outcome.

they are not happy with their own projects at first and call them “ugly,” but they were unable to even begin to follow the simplest step-by-step instructions in order to create them (“fold the paper in half.”—It’s hard! I need help!) they tend to quit first, but not understand that quitting means stopping and leaving arts and crafts to go do something else.  most of all, they are not able to realize that it entirely is up to them whether they “finish” their projects or not and, if they don’t spend their time concentrating on what they’re doing, they won’t get “finished.”  even when I stress that “finished” is just as far as we get by the end of our allotted time, they continue to imagine some “finished” point and then never to get there.  only when i point out to them now beautiful their projects are just they way they are do they then begin to “like” them.  they cannot tell me what they like, or don’t like, about them.  but every one reports that they had “fun.”

what kind of world are we showing to our kids?  one in which there is always too much to accomplish anything at all, and no clues how any kind accomplishment might even be attempted?  and then we medicate them to be able to function within these parameters?

that i haven’t posted here for well over a week?  that on maunday thursday this year i got a pedicure? and that my easter shoes won’t arrive, it says here, until monday.

i feel awful. i’ve had a cold, or something, since saturday.  yesterday was better, but today is not.  i didn’t go to work at nola saturday or today.  i’m supposed to go there again thursday am, but i have a very full afternoon today, including the first knitting class down in wimauma.  which i’m looking forward to, i am, but yugg.  i’m just lying here abed for the next three hours feeling sorry for myself. then i have a meeting with the first summer camp director at 1.

at least i finally got my transcripts carried to the school district and etc. yesterday.  took most of all day, everything takes most of all day.  yugg.

... A 14th-century Englishmans View of the Sky!!!

i proceed in all directions, and represent the hope of a young Englishman
in the dark ages.  As he peers up above from his fiefdom, he thinks,
“Dear Gods of the Heavens, shall ye cry today, or shall ye cast upon me
the great light of the Lord?”  i am rather capricious in what i share:
At times i give rain when it is needed, at other times, i bring sleet or snow
to ruin the most precious of crops.  i have soft spots, called “Clouds,”
which show that despite my gruff exterior, i truly am a benevolent person.
Perhaps, when these Dark Ages are over, i shall shine again to ol Britannia. or perhaps not.

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