This may be of interest to some of you . . .
Chapter III: Heeeere’s Jerry!!
Gloria got up, went to the door, and walked out to the van.
“I’m praying he’ll be good, Dr. Cima,” she grimaced, “but I can’t guarantee it.” Gramma Eleanor began to cry, again.
Before Jerry arrived, Gloria said they never knew what to expect when Jerry came home. Sometimes he’d have a smile on his face, other times his face would be beet red from anger. He might ask for an apple, or toss his backpack at his mother. It was common for Jerry to be the only child in the school van, “for safety reasons.” Good day or bad, whether alone or with other kids, there was an extra staff member assigned to sit next to him, to and from school.
We decided it would be a good idea for me to meet with Jerry alone so, as planned, I followed Gloria…
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Sorry Linnie, no time to read it today…no time to think, or talk or do anything except study to feed the lecturer monster until the end of the month whereby we will rise up, slay the lecturer monster, free our fellow students, be given a ticker-tape parade through Launceston and will start our new lives as Heroic permaculturalists who rose up David and Goliath style to tackle a many tentacled monster that was firmly indentured in the established heirachy and that refused to yield it’s stubborn grasp on it’s free ride to the top…consider yourself warned dear lecturer!!! 😉
No worries, Narfie7! I’ve been having a hard time keeping up, too (while adding a few new blogs to my reader; go figure!). Between studies and that amazing enclosed garden, I’m surprised you have any time at all! I know I’d be sleeping the sleep of the just . . . See you when your heads are above water again and that Hydra of a lecturer has been duly vanquished 😉