Things I noticed today: my little one, M., still looks very somber when he arrives at school. His teacher says he is having good days once he is in the classroom. Some people just can't let small children have ANY fun. During a group sing-along, led by our talented musician-teacher, one 4-year old boy got into the middle of the circle of children and teachers and did acrobatics--4-year-old version. He wasn't bothering anyone. A second child joined him; still no one was bothered. Then a hapless child from another class joined in and THAT teacher's assistant yelled from outside the circle, bounded into the middle, grabbed the startled child, and dragged him to the edge of the circle. Why? Some people LOVE to see children having fun. For instance, one of the teachers in the afternoon 3-year-old class wore her funny pj's and huge slippers that are stuffed dogs that her feet fit into. She can't walk normally in them, so she sort of waddles. The children love it. She laughs with them. In this class, one of the teachers painted a snow scene right onto the door, with tempera paint, of course. Something fun and funny is always happening in that room. Some husbands take their spouses out to lunch and laugh and talk and have a good time. Then, when that spouse gets back to work, she finds a humungous poinsetta waiting for her. DB has signed the card "Mr. Miller", just to create an envious scandal for his almost-65-year-old wife. People ask, "Who is Mr. Miller?" Spouse smiles her best Mona Lisa smile and turns away. Heh, Heh, Heh. The snow was just like dust today, blowing off everything with the slightest breeze. We are supposed to get more. Tomorrow is Winterfest at the center, so snow would be welcome. When I get to my favorite supermarket, I just can't hurry. I've written about that phenomenon before. Today was even worse. The crowds hurrying around me, the music playing, the general holiday mood held me captive for 1 1/2 hours! And I only had a partially filled cart when I left, humming "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..." They had chestnuts, but I didn't buy them. I did stand in front of the display, admiring their brown, glossy beauty for several minutes, however. When I drove up in front of the house, DB had the tree lights on again. Such a happy sight. I have put "Mr. Miller's" gorgeous poinsettia on the coffee table in the living room. The plant has bracts that are rosy, with pale yellow edges. The moon tonight wore a soft veil. I think it looked like a snow cover. It's gotten quite cold, and is very cold here on the computer/sewing room/extra bedroom/porch. I guess it's time to stop rambling. Oh yes, I have finished my shopping.
Today was my day to write "Today's News" for our staff communication book. I wrote that tomorrow is the winter solstice, which I had heard on the TV this morning from a meteorologist. In the p.m., a staff member (one of those who has to point out mistakes to everyone, in a very sweet, I-know-you-don't-mean-to-be-stupid voice)came to me to say that yesterday was the solstice. She had searched it on the internet in several places. I acquiesed; what do I know? Tonight I read on Dirtroad Rambling, in a link to the Farmer's Almanac, that TOMORROW IS THE SOLSTICE! So there! Now, the question is, will I feel I have to correct the corrector?
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