My remedial students are streaming into the office, clutching their PASS notices on their exit exams for their course, and in the excitement, I deleted the post that was, in all honesty, probably way too long, so you, gentle reader, can thank them for saving you a dull long post.
I, however, will not spare you, and try to reconstruct what I was wailing about.
It's been a while since I mention good old Wheel Chair Man. The truth is, there are numerous sitings, scattered all over Atlanta. Vicky counts in excess of 15 in and around campus, and I see the usual suspects in the neighborhood and on the way to work. The truth is, I'm done with it--it has become so commonplace that there's no sense in always droning on about it. Let's just say I'm giving up Wheel Chair Man badgering for lent. Early.
Of course, I have to pick up a new habit to replace the old one, and a woman in Old Town has kindly stepped up to the plate and provided me with some morning entertainment. This woman power walks in the mornings. She is scantilly dressed (almost naked, or almost nekkid, depending on what she's in a hurry about) and she jay walks all over the place. I've seen her cross and recross the street at different junctures, so who knows what's up with her. What's crazy is that she seems to be carrying on a conversation with herself (I finally noticed the bluetooth--a status symbol for a segment of our population). Today, she was carrying on in such an animated way, with a dish towel waving it all over, that I thought she was being attacked by gnats or something. It was just an animated conversation.
I look forward to seeing her tomorrow morning.