Lucy the dog, smug and snug (on my right foot) on the rug, periodically making direct eye contact with her sad, footless sister dog. Her look says, “I snooze, you lose.”
“My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.” Edith Wharton
These two chuckleheads—when we get back from walkies, they each drink about a gallon of water (parched because they‘ve been pulling for the entirety of the walkie) but then they want to nap on my feet as I watch the news. They passively/aggressively jockey for the right foot—I don‘t know why. Roxyann, the black dog, is pouting now, away from us, because she got the bad foot.
Happy Birthday to one of the greatest artists—nay, humans—of our time. Your writing, your voice, your lessons and your philanthropy are truly inspiring 💕
Trevor Noah (like we didn‘t know), is a genius. His delivery, lightning wit, and spot-on accents are rare, but not unheard of in comedy. He‘s also a uniquely gifted writer.
With this book you‘ll pee-laugh, think more critically, and be moved/changed by his memoir of a South African childhood. THAT‘s a special gift (and why I had a dish towel, not a tissue, on hand).
Please read before the film releases—it‘ll actually make you a better human 💕
Ah SF, who knew you had my favorite reading spot right here (like ever—of my whole long life)?
17th floor, cushy cushions, window open bc someone is playing really beautiful classical music on a trumpet down on Market. Wonder how long I could hide here before I was found & forcibly removed?
Some ‘self-managers‘ coloring part of my library fall mural, featuring none other than Pete the cat. Littens, these students are seriously awesome! Funny, dear, intelligent, and wonderful readers. Every bit as groovy and cool as Pete 😊.
Completely cleared the reshelving cart (this almost never happens), even though it was a super busy day. So tonight I‘m ordering pizza for the kids, reading a book actually written for adults, and having a glass of the GOOD wine.
This fuzz-bottomed nugget of love, Roxy Ann, would be a reader if she could, I know it. Recently she decided she won‘t let me sit/lie down anywhere with a book in hand without her; in fact, if I want to read alone, it has to be behind closed doors. This morning she‘s distracted by, and whining at, hummingbirds, making my book a bit harder to follow. @Julsmarshall you know how it is with the biga** cuddler dogs.
“Pete said, don‘t be sad, don‘t be blue. There is something everyone can do!”
I was helping a student read this today, and at the end he threw his head back and said, “I wish Pete the Cat was MY best friend! He would be nice to me EVERY day....not like Savannah.” These kids slay me 😄
@Julsmarshall Hey Jules! Learned something from the Beatles Channel (xm Sirius), and I thought of you.
Paul McCartney‘s masterpiece “Hey Jude” was originally “Hey Jules.” Did you know that?! He wrote it for Julian Lennon when his parents split up.
Then, as I listened, I thought I heard one spot where he (intentionally or not) actually sang Jules? Anyhow, one of the great ballads of all time was nearly Jules—but you still have “Michelle.” 😊
I was so happy to get back in my (K-6th) library, but so far have only gotten to play technician: setting-, fixing-, and cleaning up computers. Bleh. This less fun side of the job nearly broke my brain along with my fingernails. Bring on the books and kids!
At least I have a 70 lb. Dobey-Shepherd lapdog who will let me read—kind of.
#readintime #gottafinish #toomuchdogforonelap