How many times does the old adage that truth is stranger than fiction prove true? I really think that’s why I’m such a bad blogger - I avoid going true and come off false. Let me just say that my brother-in-law Charles, Ph.D. has already moved a woman into his home. A young woman. I am probably empowered to reveal this fact after watching the season opener of Lipstick Jungle this afternoon, but our storyline is better.
My two brothers and I have been emailing one another about family history this week, only natural under the circumstances. We have long blamed any quirkiness in personality on our legendary great-grandmother Campbell, and this is confirmed by older brother Jim’s unflattering explanation below:
…so we have a place to put blame for any unpleasant traits which any of us have - as the Campbells were the most successful clan in Scotland as far as expanding their holdings, because they were the meanest, most vicious of all e.g. the Glen Coe massacre, the mass hanging of everyone in another, small, clan south of them in Argyll.
I thought I had lost fifteen-year old kitty Savvy when I couldn’t find her until 1:00 o’clock in the afternoon, but then I found her sitting safe and sound by the back door. She hardly ever goes outside, so I didn’t think to look. Poor thing! She probably spent the whole night and morning out there! Somewhat new kitty MacKenzie was none too happy about Savvy’s return, having quickly moved into position as number one cat.
This is Sugar Cane Festival weekend in New Iberia, a big deal in our little town, but I am taking it easy, having had enough excitement for one month for sure. Even the school week was crazy. I only worked four days this week, and two of them were spent in all-day trainings. One on Wednesday was excellent, a presentation by Debra Pickering of Marzano & Associates, but the other on Friday was not so good. The topic was giving incompletes instead of zeros when kids don’t turn in work, in other words, eliminating deadlines, and tempers flared around the room as teachers asked hard questions of the presenters and were cut short in the process. On top of that, they kept making us dance, and I was reminded of what my niece Samantha told two scam artists who came to her door in Little Rock last week, saying their teacher said they had to talk to 200 happy people: “We’re not happy.”
