Zusher

There has been a slight change in the Zusher, and I don’t know if it’s good or bad.

Zush gets her melatonin in two doses: one in the afternoon when her sun-downing comes out, and the second when it’s bedtime.

For the last 24 hours, Zush has been quiet. Don’t get me wrong, she’s eating, walking, peeing and sleeping. It’s just that she’s quiet. It’s eerie, as I remember, because before my Dad passed, the last 48 hours he was quiet.

I’ll be calling the vet tomorrow, but in the meantime, please throw out some good vibes or prayers for our Zusher.

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Mean , Mean Sub

Well, it was one of those days.

I worked and had my math review classes.

I had a 6th grade boy who had a bad attitude with a capital A.

He came in and announced that they had assigned seats. I knew better; I told him to sit in the back row away from his fellow partner in crime. I guess that started him off.

I handed out work and when he got it, he proceeded to rip it down from the top. Uh, ok, I thought, that two can play this game. I know that he has no desire to learn or pay attention in class. After he started giving me a hard time, verbally, I did something for the first time.

I called the disciplinarian.

He spent the class with him.

My fellow substitutes who also teach math review applauded my action, as many of them have been put in the position and called the disciplinarian also on this student.They had gone past the room, saw what had transpired, and later saw the boy in with the disciplinarian AND the Principal. I really don’t know why some teachers, who I have sat in their class and watched this student, TAKE the disrespect that this boy spews and don’t take up some action. I can see how he is going to go through school and the bare-bones education that might actually stay in this head.

After he had left for the disciplinarian, and later, the principal, a girl in the class informed me that ” He never liked you.”

“Good,” I said to her” because I am here to teach and help, not to be liked.

Happy Birthday JFK

Today,John Fitzgerald Kennedy would be 100 years old, had he not been tragically cut down by a sniper’s bullet on November 22, 1963.

One hundred years. It would have been awesome.

Sure there are folks who never cared for him, and I respect that. I am of the class that, although I would have only been 3 1/2 when he died, from studying him over the years, I feel youthful energy would have, given the chance to go further, taken our nation so much further.

I realize the gossip of his affairs, and other private matters, were and still are used for fodder for the tabloids. That is freedom of the press. I would like to think, though, we’d have a different America if JFK had the chance to hold office a little longer

AHC Channel

I have been watching the American Heroes Channel for a good while now: perhaps it is the history major in me that draws me to it. Hey, history nerd that I am, I was even watching Watergate stuff on the You Tube channel on line. I guess there is a piece of me that remembers the line from George Santayana ,” Those who do not remember history are condemned to repeat it.”

I am thankful for all the veterans that have served in the wars in order to keep us free.

Here’s my Dad who served in the Pacific theater in World War II. As always, I love him, but am thankful for him and all those who served in wars and actions. They helped keep us free. For all those who lost their lives or got injured in conflicts, God bless you.

Remember what this weekend is for ; for all the veterans out there, a grand thank you for your service to our country.

They’re Back

This morning, while it was still early, I got the girls out for their walk.

Oh my!

What a change from yesterday.

I picked a random plate, but….

Not only Pennsylvania, but other plates not normally here from New Jersey, Virginia, New York, Delaware, even South Carolina and Florida…the tourists are back. Walking the girls, the tourists with “their” dogs are making their rounds and it’s pretty sad when you have to remind them of the leash law and picking up after your pup, as Kasia is barking to beat the band and ready to chew up their dog off leash. It’s ok, tourist, I have another shoulder to replace the one my dog is aggravating because you can’t follow the law.

I do not miss packing up for a few days down here, only to have to pack up a traveling road show again in a few days. I can only shake my head when thinking back on those days, our lack of sleep from getting up early to get us back into the city, and am thankful they are firmly behind us.

On the flip side, we, including Zush, were all younger, and things were a little easier, but hey, at least we are all together and taking it all in stride.

Baltimore Archdiocese Agrees to $50,000 Settlement with Clergy Sex-Abuse Victim Who Said She Was Shown Body of Murdered Nun….if you are watching “The Keepers” on Netflix, this is a tie- in

Source: Baltimore Archdiocese Agrees to $50,000 Settlement with Clergy Sex-Abuse Victim Who Said She Was Shown Body of Murdered Nun

Ankle Rest Part Deux

There is a lot to be said for cortisone shots.

Granted, that because of my cancer history, they normally limit me to two cortisone shots a year. The last time I actuallly had to have a needle was before my bilateral knee replacements, some six years ago.

Now, after hobbling along for nine months with severe tendonopothy in my left ankle, the shot of cortisone I got yesterday was incredible. You actually forget how much the cortisone can be a Godsend. I have been trying to keep off of the foot whenever I sit down , or lay down when I am home. I have to admit it is an effort, but I am trying to make myself do it.

I had my laugh of the day, after talking to my podiatric surgeon’s office. I had called yesterday, questioning why a podiatric surgeon was sending me, his patient, to another podiatric surgeon for a surgical consult. Today, the office called me back to tell me that the surgeon “doesn’t” perform that kind of surgery.

Really? I thanked them and hung up.

You got your podiatric surgeon’s degree and license from clown college?



Here’s my crackerjack nursing staff.