I woke at 0435hrs. The temperature outdoors was 60°F. the atmosphere is foggy. I start the daily entry with the same information we wrote with our number two pencils on three lined yellow paper in Mrs. Florian's first grade class. She was very upset the day she made me cry. It was my turn to solve the addition problem, two three digit numbers on the blackboard (they were indeed black in the 1950s). I had solved the problem in my head and assuming the other students had also, I wrote the answer from left to right without calling out the carry the whatever rule. Mrs. Florian, voice stern and raised, shouted "NO! wrong!" Startled and frightened I began to cry. She quickly softened her voice hugged me and explained that though I had written the correct answer I hadn't followed the procedure to obtain it and the rest of the class needed to know how I arrived at the correct answer. It didn't matter. From that day onward to high school there were boys in that class who populated my primary acedemic career and who on occasion would shout No! Wrong! Is the sissy gonna cry?"
I missed Scrabble day last week so I'm looking forward to a good game today.
Today's strange thought. During morning prayer I have one of my own wherein I remember friends and relatives who've died, or with whom our relationship is strained by something I or they said or did. This is one of those months when I can't recall anyone dying.
Try as I may, I can not for the life of me get Mr. Mistofellees to look into the phone when trying to take a picture.
i was the high scorer in the first scrabble game this morning. I went to Walmart after the game and spent well more than planned. It's almost 1700hrs and I'm tired enough to go to bed so for those so inclined, The Daily Office Evening Prayer
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