I am sitting here, trying to write an exam. More appropriately, avoiding writing an exam. There has to be an easier way of making a living.
On my bulletin board I have a page from my calendar that a friend gave me--forgotten English words and interesting trivia. In 1881, residents taking a census in Britain were asked to furnish their occupations. Some of them included:
Colourist of artificial fish
Proprietor of midgets
Fifty-two years an imbecile
Turnip shepherd
Fatuous pauper
Fish-bender
Cow-banger
Running about
Some of them apply to me--others are appealing. At the moment, the life of a turnip-shepherd has a certain calming appeal to it . . .
And Amanda came through with the Easter picture. I notice that in every family picture Della has a stranglehold on Dane. That will get tricky soon when he's a foot or two taller.
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