…. About a week ago, we’re working in 1st period and one kid way in the back raises his hand to ask me “So, do you still like Ms. P?” (The history teacher from the high school that the kids always accused me of flirting with). I was a little dumbfounded, and it took me a second or two to figure to ask “How do you know about Ms. P?” Seems he hung around the 9th grader I mentioned last year that worked 30 hours a week to help pay the rent. So this kid had actually been to the high school and been in Ms. P’s room and seen me “flirting” with her.
…. Then today a different 8th grader tells me he got bumped “down there” and had to go check to see if he was bleeding. I’m thinking, that’s one heel of a bump!” I made the mistake of making a comment to that effect, and got an explanation regarding just having a hernia operation. Which was ok, except when he described the doctor’s visit and how he screamed when she pushed on it and he felt “it pop into my testicle.” Yeah, thanks.
…. Now for the pictures (of the camping vacation, not the hernia!)
The campground at night. that’s my nephew looking all ghostly at the bottom of the picture.
The moon in the clouds at night.
The stars above my camper. Without the city’s light pollution, you can see millions of them.
Looking out over the valley from the cabin.
Looking out over “Rossi Draw” from one hill top to the other hilltop on our property.
Old wagon train meets new(er) Ford pickup. that’s my little brother’s pickup with his truck tent set up. It’s pretty cool, I had possession of it for a while when I had a pickup and he didn’t. Very comfortable and even I could stand up in the middle of it.
The view from inside the cabin.
The cabin itself.