What made you smile today?

You'd never lost them? I had hard contacts in the sixties.

First episode - a guy who turned out to be special in my life walked me from class to the university kirckhoff hall area and asked me out, a whole new thing for me, and my left lens went whoopie to mid eye as he asked, thus some pain and my having to dig it out. I think I dug it out, spit on it, and put it back. He perservered. I enjoy thinking of all this even now... (he's still a cool guy, far as I know, all these year later.)

Sometime later I lost a lens crossing a street immediately south of Sunset Blvd into the Barrington area. Lenses are hard to find in streets. I found it, after traffic passed..

I got my cast off! I got my cast off! I got my cast off! I got my cast off! I got my cast off! I got my cast off! I got my cast off! I got my cast off! I got my cast off! I got my cast off!

Wonderful, Seed!

Now what to do with the dead skin? that's the question

Did you get your cast off? Did you get to keep it? When many of us were young, casts were made of plaster and friends would write on them with markers. And then, in due course, they would be cracked open and we could take them home in a few pieces.
Good news, Seed.

Naw I sent that thing to the trash soon as it popped off!

Exfoliate with a weed whacker or perhaps a sander??

Do you need to do some physical therapy or exercises to get the muscles back in shape from relative atrophy?

that would probably feel very good on my arm!

I had a good chuckle yesterday. I needed a student to take a test he missed. He started during school but had to finish after school. He has un-medicated ADHD and gets VERY distracted so tests are hard to get through. Anything is hard to get through. He could get distracted from something that distracted him from work. But, he is very intelligent - just need to get him started and once he gets into it, he's good. I had two very good reasons he should do it then and get it done fast: all the other kids were waiting for him to take the test so they could get theirs back (social pressure ) and I had to leave at a specific time to get my parents at the airport (family responsibilities).

So, he said he didn't want to take the test right then, then tried to wheel and deal to take it later, then he broke his pencil to delay further (I had another two and a highlighter), he needed an eraser (I had one), he had to call his mom to say he'd be home from school late (I let him), he wanted to throw his broken pencil away (I did it for him), he started talking about February vacation (2 weeks away), etc ad nauseum.

Then he stopped and looked dead at me to say: "You have SO much patience! If you were my mom you'd be screaming at me by now." And then quietly finished his test (he got a B).

It probably is the case that turning over in bed now and again has beneficial effects.

It feels as if it does.

Now that is what I call a compliment, k!

Peel it off!!!! Yum!!!!

Magic moment!!!!

Patience -- way to wear him out. Very clever! Thanks for making me smile.

Yes. Moments like that make my week. Too bad they don't happen every week.

You are unbelievably patient. One of the reasons I didn't become a teacher--no patience. His mother may have screamed at him. If I were there, he'd be dead. I admire you, k. I hope your students appreciate you.

Oh, I don't know. If you were a teacher, we might have a much more orderly population - just less of it.

Less population, Roger. I view that as a good thing. Too bad I didn't become a teacher. Missed out on doing my civic duty.

Haha! Funny, Roger. I need to learn to be a little less patient before I lose patience. It happens every year, but a little less badly than previous years. I need to crack down sooner - before they see me as a push-over.