Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has a long short week ahead. Time for conferences, and time to start the fourth quarter. Uh huh. It will be Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's next to last fourth quarter! I can feel your excitement. It's virtually palpable.
No school Friday, so I'll miss my duty. Also no school next Friday for our Easter break. It's only one day, you know. Because we're all about gettin' out before Memorial Day, what with our dozen snow days. I imagine that two years from now, when I'm on my FOREVER VACATION, I might still obsessively watch the news to see if Newmentia has been canceled. Or maybe not.
Anyhoo...since I'll be busy doing pretty much nothing, unless somebody desires a conference with me, which happens so seldom on the high school level...I might be late with my daily observations. Or maybe not. If I can work ahead, I can schedule posts to automatically pop up like I'm really here. Kind of like fooling burglars with a lamp on a timer and a radio on top of the fridge. Does anybody have radios anymore? Besides those old farmers who get up with the cows and go to bed with the chickens, and sit at their chrome and Formica kitchen tables in their bib overalls with no shirt, sopping up the runny yolk of fried eggs with fluffy biscuits, a chipped plate stacked high with fresh sausage patties and thick slabs of bacon at their elbow.
The Pony took his truck for a drive this afternoon. I have yet to hear the details.
More as the situation develops.
2 comments:
Doesn't Hick ride shot-gun? Is he teaching him how to sweave?
Sioux,
Yes. Probably in more ways than one.
I asked The Pony if Farmer H was teaching him to sweave, and he said, "No. I do enough of that on my own. I don't need him to teach me."
No DNA test necessary on that one!
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