WordPress also gives me a daily writing prompt; I almost forgot. Today’s is: “What was your favorite subject in school?” Well, I’ll tell you what it wasn’t. Math. No surprise there. The people who are skilled with the words aren’t usually blessed with a head for numbers. I’m not sure which is more useful, although I try not to judge people too harshly for spelling and grammar, since my math skills aren’t on display. I remember all my math teachers would say, “you aren’t going to be able to go around with a calculator in your pocket your whole life!”

Ha. Showed you.

Funny, one of my closest and dearest friends is the daughter-in-law of my most hated teacher, one Mrs. Gwen Hardin. She was a pill and a hag. Everybody hated her. Angela even found hate mail from parents when she was cleaning out the house. That, and a lifetime supply of aluminum foil, among other things. This summer they cleaned out one of the sheds and there was like, an entire warehouse of medical supplies: wheelchairs, crutches, potty stools, you name it. Although I can’t talk, I never threw out my crutches. And good thing, since I had to use them this summer.

Anyway. I liked English very well by the time I got to high school. Don’t tell anybody, but I loved essay questions and I didn’t mind the research papers. I most especially loved all the assigned reading. Well, maybe not all of it. I didn’t especially care for Lord of the Flies, The Scarlet Letter or Christy. But among my most cherished are The Great Gatsby, and as I mentioned yesterday, Peter Pan and all the Mark Twain. I also liked diagramming sentences. I don’t know why, thinking back, it looks like long division. Eww. Fractions were terrible, too.

I’ll tell ya what else I love. Having a clean house. I worked my tail off today. When I bought this living room furniture, my salesman told me I needed to clean and condition it twice a year, and he did his at Daylight Savings Time so it was easy to remember. This has proven to be good advice. I also flip my mattress, that way it’s all done and I don’t have to think about it. My couches sure don’t look as nice as they did before Chester came into my life and home, but I’d rather have his company than perfect furniture. Anyway, I don’t know how this place got so dirty. I’ve barely been home this week! Of course, last week I cleaned on Thursday, in preparation for a working weekend, so I guess those two days made a difference. But I’m all caught up now and feeling cozy with my Scentsy warmers burning and meatballs in the crockpot and my big galloot of a dog snoring next to me ♥️

Now to finish this book. One I’ve been wanting to read just became available so I gotta get this one knocked out.

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy