I’m not out of touch…
“Yes,” said I, “I know the song Radioactive.” It turns out that I’m 30 years out of sync.
“Yes,” said I, “I know the song Radioactive.” It turns out that I’m 30 years out of sync.
She hasn’t mastered her guitar yet, but the HTR’s no foreigner to great music!
The only thing I’d actually planned this weekend was my 10K hike – wonderfully restorative for those who might have had an extra Beaujolais the previous evening.
Technology is creeping ever more quickly into the classroom, which is creeping ever more quickly into the real world. Still, I wouldn’t go back to 8th Grade for all the cardboard cafeteria pizzas in the world, no matter how much my Spanish teacher looked like Sofia Vergara.
We had some bread diced fine scattered on the railing for the birds. This being more than the cat could bear to watch, the girls relented and let him out on the deck with us, which lead to a description of how the birds view the large, lazy, 20+ pound cat.