An interesting day.
Pam decided to sleep an extra hour. I was up on my internal clock which wakes up at about 3:30 unless the clocks have changed and then it's 2:30. Oh well.
Had my usual fun teaching class this morning. I'm starting to get to know them and they me which allows for some fun back and forth. It's not my favorite teaching format because I'm talking through what they've read last week and will read this coming week. I'd much rather teach normal course content but this is still enjoyable and, I'm sure, well worth doing.
The class is growing in size so that seems to indicate it's working.
The church bulletin this morning had a blurb about the new guy the church has hired part time. Brett had it in his weekly email this week but some people don't get that and saw it this morning for the first time. I got several comments and none of them were, "This is a really stupid idea."
Because I'll be at the church offices M-Th each morning (I'm half time) I have to be more efficient with my time the rest of my waking hours. So this afternoon I cleaned the goat barn instead of my normal Sunday afternoon sit-in-my-recliner-and-veg. I took Buddy into the goat pen with me and it went mostly fine. One of the four times I was taking a wheel barrow load of old straw out to the pile I heard Buddy let out a yelp and when I came back he hid behind me. Only one explanation: Stella cornered him against a barn wall and rammed him. She does that with the other goats if she decides they need to be put in their place (she's The Boss in the barn). I decided they'd work it out while I finished and they did; he stayed way away from Stella.
Tomorrow is my first official day as an employee of UFC. I figured the best way to make a positive impression is to take cookies, so tonight I'm making snickerdoodles. I'm going to take half the batch (it makes about 60 cookies) into my PT appointment Tuesday. I've gotten to know and enjoy the crew in there and I *hope* to be discharged in a couple of weeks so it's a good time to do this. When I think about how much pain I had when I started there and how difficult it was to walk across the room compared to how I feel and function now, cookies is a small token of my appreciation for their services.
Would I have improved with just time and not PT? Maybe; I'll never know. But Melissa sure seems like she knows what she's doing. And something that hurts as much as what Melissa does to me must work.
Based on the headlines I'm reading on major news sites there can't be any question that the press is hostile to Pres. Trump. You don't need to click through to the story to have a clear sense of their perspective.
Does that come as a result of the President's openly hostile attitude toward them? Are they just reacting to his tirades against them?
It reminds me of brothers who are fighting and, when caught in the act, instinctively say, "He started it!"
They don't realize the parent doesn't really care WHO started it. Both boys are acting badly and both need to stop. Now.
But both boys are so worried about being the first to stop fighting - and therefore being vulnerable to attack - that they don't want to stop. As Knute Rockne said, "The best defense is a good offense."
So neither the media nor Pres. Trump are going to change their tone. And in this case they're not going to grow up and be best friends.
Note: this illustration is entirely fictional. Our boys always played together in peace and harmony.
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