Back to work in the snow
It's been so long since I've signed into Blogger that I hesitated with my password!
Speaking of long, today is the end of a nice long weekend, three days. We were off Friday for Veteran's Day.
I read in the paper that some elementary children were confusing veterans with vegetarians, WTF? So they had a special program to explain what veterans are--and probably did not serve vegetables, as that would further confuse the kiddies. The program for Veteran's Day was a really good idea, as kids still went to school on Friday. It wasn't a holiday off for them.
I'm really trying hard to not be judgmental about this but I just can't do it. Don't these people read books or even watch the news on TV? Nobody had to tell me what a veteran is when I was a kid; we knew that and many others things from, oh, about the age of four or so. We certainly didn't learn that as a third or fourth grader in school. Sigh, that disturbing ignorance is one of the reasons I home schooled my son for several years, as many as I could. But, to be fair to the schools, that's the sort of thing one should on their own, or at least at home from their parents commenting on the news.
I woke up last night and the dark was lightening, you know, like before the day comes. So I thought it was nearly time to get up, even though I didn't feel at all well rested. A look at the clock in the kitchen and it was only 1:30, but a look out the window told the story, we're blanketed in snow. If a car had gone by on the road I could have determined it right away, without looking out the window. Vehicles sound different, muffled when there's snow cover.
Usually I quite enjoy my dreams but I had the weirdest, bordering on nightmarish dreams last night. It one awful dream I put my little dog (whom I love dearly) into a cooking pot of hot water and then, with a big butcher knife, nearly slit her in half so she'd fit in the pot better. She didn't seem to be in any pain but I suddenly realized that she was dying. I'd killed her! Then I woke up. I'd had other horrid dreams like that. Hope you had better dreams last night, and have a decent Monday!
Speaking of long, today is the end of a nice long weekend, three days. We were off Friday for Veteran's Day.
I read in the paper that some elementary children were confusing veterans with vegetarians, WTF? So they had a special program to explain what veterans are--and probably did not serve vegetables, as that would further confuse the kiddies. The program for Veteran's Day was a really good idea, as kids still went to school on Friday. It wasn't a holiday off for them.
I'm really trying hard to not be judgmental about this but I just can't do it. Don't these people read books or even watch the news on TV? Nobody had to tell me what a veteran is when I was a kid; we knew that and many others things from, oh, about the age of four or so. We certainly didn't learn that as a third or fourth grader in school. Sigh, that disturbing ignorance is one of the reasons I home schooled my son for several years, as many as I could. But, to be fair to the schools, that's the sort of thing one should on their own, or at least at home from their parents commenting on the news.
I woke up last night and the dark was lightening, you know, like before the day comes. So I thought it was nearly time to get up, even though I didn't feel at all well rested. A look at the clock in the kitchen and it was only 1:30, but a look out the window told the story, we're blanketed in snow. If a car had gone by on the road I could have determined it right away, without looking out the window. Vehicles sound different, muffled when there's snow cover.
Usually I quite enjoy my dreams but I had the weirdest, bordering on nightmarish dreams last night. It one awful dream I put my little dog (whom I love dearly) into a cooking pot of hot water and then, with a big butcher knife, nearly slit her in half so she'd fit in the pot better. She didn't seem to be in any pain but I suddenly realized that she was dying. I'd killed her! Then I woke up. I'd had other horrid dreams like that. Hope you had better dreams last night, and have a decent Monday!
6 Comments:
Aiieee! You said the "S" word. You said it and now if it "S"es at my place it will be all your fault!
Do ya think Dubya eats all his Veterans?
Yikes! What an awful dream.
We haven't had any snow yet, but I know it will come eventually. Yuck.
Isn't it sad! Our school sold poppies and did not explain why to the children. I taught my own lesson so that they knew why they were wearing them. It is a very sad state of affairs when parents do not tell thier children about it
you said the "S" word!!!!
I'd like some of that 'S' word here actually. It's only ever s'ed twice where I live and then it was just a dusting. S would be great, but hey, we're almost in summer! lol
What a horrible dream! What on earth goes through your mind girl??
And Fizzy I'm glad you gave your own lesson about the poppy wearing thing, I find it hard to believe it's not part of the school history curriculum these days.
I think the stressof the recent elections have giving you the willies.
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