People noticed. There was applause.
Maybe toe caps aren�t so brilliant. Yep, it�s hard to be so smart and graceful.
Belated birthday gifts continue to roll in. Today I received a package of purple Peeps (to be eaten when mildly stale), sassy sticky notes and a delightful book. Now there�s bedtime reading. Thanks, friends.
What else? Well, the referendum for the school district in which I live and in which several friends teach has failed, which means additional staff cuts, no hope of a renewed contract for Meg, and the elimination of all extra-curricular activities. For a smattering of small towns with little else going for them, this is huge.
That was the depressing news to which I awoke. But as I drove in to town to work, I caught a charming snippet on the radio, our beloved Whip, of course. A trucker from Oklahoma stopped in to say hello and to drop off a gift CD of a little OK band. Since it�s the greatest little radio station in the country, Larry put him on the air and interviewed him, then played a song from the CD. The fellow has a relative serving in Kuwait right now, and he mentioned how some of the troops enjoy tuning in to the station online, which tickled Larry an awful lot. I guess truckers like the station, too. Cute as hell, isn�t it? I was just complaining to Kate yesterday that the fellows of the FarmHouse frat at IL State are advertising on my station, which either means I have lots in common with FarmHouse boys or with old men who dig antique tractors. It�s all too much.