The one person who subscribed to my blog has probably long since given up on the consistency of the writer.  Actually I think it's my daughter and how nice that she thought her mom might be good at this.  Last time I was here was 2009 and now it's 2011 and I'm very willing to discount the time entirely as too much happened that I'm no longer capable of remembering.  And why is this blinking blog continually blinking-how very annoying!  Sooooooo, yes I've continually had ideas for stories but since I've not been in the mood to write them down they've disappeared into the murk possibly never to be retrieved.  I now see myself as the little old lady in a nightcap, yes, the kind that goes on your head because my head actually gets cold at night when the heat goes down.  I wear my fleece hoodie to bed and am thinking of making a few plain fleece hoods to sell to other little old ladies with cold heads or even head colds.  I picture myself out in the yard in stockings rolled under my knees, carpet slippers flapping at my heels, liver spotted face peering out from under my tattered hoodie, ear trumpet at the ready and a mint julep at hand.  I've never had a mint julep but it sounds more sophisticated than a beer and a shot. 

I had an interesting day yesterday subbing at an inner city school with a highly diverse population.  Kids of several languages, creeds and colors populate this school.  Many are new to the country as well as to an American school.  My hat is off to the teachers who are performing miracles to my way of thinking.  One little middle-eastern child was bouncing all over the kindergarten room in a fit of over-stimulation, hardly able to focus in his urge to explore everything at once.  In spite of the language barrier we communicated with clapping and YAYS for tasks completed and well done.  He has a long way to go but he's indeed on his way.  In the special ed. room I managed(barely) to keep the lid on with a group of rambunctious boys who were bound and determined to get the goat of the old lady substitute.  We parted as friends though I'm sure they are hoping I will never darken their door again.

This is the end, the blinking blog has finally got MY goat.  AARGH!  I shall try again later when the stuttering blog page is back to normal; reminds me of atrial fibrillation, a condition which I hope never to repeat in the near or far flung future!