Beneath the Wraps

I take Highness for a walk He’s notorious for wanting attention after we have all gone to bed I want to wear him out I’m already worn out Roland and I are on the couch watching Shark Tank I suggest we finish watching in our room He let’s the dog out just before he comes into the bedroom to join me “What are you doing letting the dog out?!” I think. Now one of us will have to get back out of bed to let him in. I can’t remember which one of us received that honor. I am asleep I missed the end of Shark Tank I actually don’t remember turning on the TV maybe Roland did It’s 2:00 in the morning when I can hear Highness whining “Go lay down!” I say Sometimes that works Highness ignores me and continues whining.   I let him outside. I have two pillows in my hand. I sit on the couch in a reclined position. I don’t know how long I have slept when I hear Highness bark again. He has stayed out longer...

My latest book review is Everything on a Waffle by Polly Horvath.    Everything on a Waffle is a Newberry Honor.   I didn't used to like Newberry books.   But I really like this one. I suppose one reason why I choose juvenile over adult or young adult is the font size.   Recently I had placed holds on one of each.   For the latter two, I am able to see the words better with a magnifying glass.   I prefer not reading with a book in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other.   And with the mornings having become darker, small fonts require more light if my eyes must read them.   Everything on a Waffle is told in first person from Primrose’s point of view.   Primrose is an eleven year old that lives in a Coal Harbor, a small town in town in Canada (though it doesn’t specify which providence.) in the custody of three different guardians. Initially she’s left with Miss Perfidy who often sits for Primrose – tho...

            I’ve had a hodgepodge of thoughts off and on throughout the week (although it’s been longer than that since my last post)             None of my thoughts seem to connect – though I suppose if I worked at it I could make the sentences flow to connecting.   But I’ve decided that I will just enter three short posts.   Four if you count this one.   Which I don’t.

       For the past three years or so, Roland has been working as a recruiter for students to take online courses.   His title wasn’t recruiter though.   I forget what it was.                         When he first started, those in his position were responsible for having at least two people start per mod (don’t know if the three letters are abbreviations for something or if it’s spelled differently – but it means every six weeks to eight weeks when the classes start for each major) and somewhere along the line it was raised to three and then four and then six.             My brother-in-law, Bill, had worked there just a few years before the stress pushed him into looking for another job.   He put in his notice before the requirement was bumped to six.   Th...

Whereas autumn seemed to linger for several months last year, I believe that the cycle will be over all too quickly this year. I had heard the mountain trees had started turning in August.   But as for my view of Salt Lake City valley, the trees (or the majority of them anyway) did not start turning until last week.             There are still many green trees that haven’t handled the chill in the same way as those that are already starting to lose leaves.   What?   The ones that started turning last Monday are now shedding their leaves for the winter?                Toward the end of the week, I did notice more that were turning.   This morning I saw radiant beauty of yellow and orange golds, one tree that was undressing and still a wide variety of green.   I’d like to see them radiate color before the winter bring...

            I actually received quite a few compliments on how well Super Saturday went and how many enjoyed themselves.   That’s nice.   But I really can’t take credit for any of it – except perhaps the date change.               I thought the first activity I was in charge of had a better turn out – but maybe it was the same.   I didn’t interact the way I had with the first.               We had four stations – two tables with fabric and sewing machines; two tables that held blocks and paint; my station was a single table which held journals, journaling ideas and hand-outs; was it two or three tables spread out for the popcorn ball demonstration?             The older sisters watched as Sharon demonstrated how she makes...

            I get needing to know the basics of math.   I have multiplied or divided fractions when I doubled or halved a recipe.   I used addition and subtraction (mostly subtraction) when dealing with finances.   I have even measured things accurately. I get the basics and I do and have used them in real life.   Anything beyond the basics have been useless except for two times since graduating high school.             The two situations in which I’ve been required to understand beyond basic (Algebra comes to mind) came when my children were taking math courses in school.   Tony used to milk his sessions.   It would take hours just to do one problem.   He didn’t get that if he would just do it instead of trying to get me to re-learn and do his assignments, he could have been done so much quicker. Actually I have had hang...

I do like the weather we are currently experiencing.  But it is strange.                 I left the house early yesterday. I had wanted to stop off to pick up some trouser socks that I’ll need to start wearing.   When I left the sun was shining.   I had stopped to take off my jacket and put on Roland’s safari hat (recently purchased at Hogle Zoo) and removed it along with my sunglasses before I got to the store.             As I waited for the bus (so that I could continue on to the school) I took out a book to read. As I was reading, I noticed that light drops began to fall – not enough to concern me if the book had been my own – but it’s a library book.   I’ve already purchased more lost and damaged books than I care to admit. I’d rather not have to make a purchase for replacement anymore.      ...

     I Love the fall.   I love the crisp air.   I love rain.      The last week of September seems to cool down – not as cold as October – sometimes wet.   Not always.      This September has been extremely hot – hotter than August.   Hot like July.   I welcome the October air.      It started on Saturday.   Down poured all day.   There was a funeral at the Church.   And Jenna had a party to attend.           I went with Roland to the Church and took the cake for the luncheon provided to the family.   I asked what time I was needed.   Not until noon.   I returned to the house until it was time to leave.      I put the dog out so he would go to the bathroom outside and not in the house.   I planned to bring him back inside after I took Jenna to her party. ...