Monsoon's Holiday Wishes & Plea for Assistance
Good people,
I am busily preparing my yuletide weather report, including an appraisal of Saturday’s potential snow (models are all over the place, but my preliminary take is that the system is going to our south and we’ll get only an inch or two). I’m also checking out what lies ahead for the holiday break. Look for that forecast tonight or tomorrow.
But first, I have a silly request. You know those calendars printed on a little card about the size of a credit card, designed to go in your wallet? The ones that are typically given away this time of year by small businesses, banks, insurance companies, greeting card stores, etc.? My dad likes to have a bunch of those handy—one for his wallet, one for his bedstead, one for the kitchen, one for … next to the john, I don’t know. The point is this: his usual source (their credit union) has stopped giving them out this year, and my dad is jonesing for 2010 calendars, hard. Problem is, you can’t just buy these things anywhere. In an ironic twist worthy of O. Henry (well, maybe not quite), this is the one gift that would probably make him most happy, and I haven’t been able to find the damned things anywhere.
So, my fine readers, if you are out and about and see one or a few of these wallet calendar cards (and you don’t want them for yourselves), could you pick them up? It would be most appreciated.
Here at Mifflin, we’re anxiously awaiting our holiday break; our last day of school is tomorrow. It is becoming more and more evident that a nice, lengthy break is precisely what we need. I’m not sure if it was the student who showed me a video her group had made for a nineteenth amendment project in social studies—in which she and the members of her group were chanting “No more women’s suffrage!” and “Women’s suffrage has got to go!” due to a fundamental misunderstanding of the meaning of the word “suffrage.” Maybe it was the young man in my class who laid on the counter by the window like a cat in a sunbeam, then nuzzled his head into the back of a startled peer while making meowing noises, almost precipitating an attack by this bewildered boy. Then again, maybe it’s the “ball taps” and the cell phones and the rampant tomfoolery in the hallway.
Whatever the reason, it’s definitely time for a break.
I hope yours is happy and healthy, and I sincerely hope you’re able to spend time with people you like to be around. Have a great holiday season!