My son
I’ll tutor one more student tomorrow, and then the first week of tutoring will have been completed. So far, everything’s gone smoothly. I’m especially glad for new rules that simplify the emailing of tutees. (I used to waste hours every week trying to schedule meetings with a couple of deadbeats.)
This afternoon, one of my old tutees brought me a copy of the book that she and I had gone through together during the fall: Michelle Alexander’s The New Jim Crow. It was a lovely gesture.
She also told me that her husband had given her $50 to gamble in South Bend’s new casino, and that she’d won $300.
That’s great, I said.
Yes, she said, and I had the good sense to leave the casino while I still had $200.
Well, that’s still a nice haul. So your net gain was $150 once you returned the initial $50 to your husband?
It was $200, she said. I didn’t tell him I won anything.
I thought that was pretty good.
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Yesterday was the anniversary of Jasper’s adoption. He’s lived with Karin for three years. In a sense, I, too, have been his parent for three years: I was with Karin in the pet shelter when she chose him.
To celebrate Jasper’s adoption, we’ll give some tuna to both of the kitties. However, since it’ll be a celebration of Jasper, we won’t interfere if he tries to steal tuna from little Ziva.
(Actually, we probably will interfere.)
Here is my son:
And here he is with his sister:
This afternoon, one of my old tutees brought me a copy of the book that she and I had gone through together during the fall: Michelle Alexander’s The New Jim Crow. It was a lovely gesture.
She also told me that her husband had given her $50 to gamble in South Bend’s new casino, and that she’d won $300.
That’s great, I said.
Yes, she said, and I had the good sense to leave the casino while I still had $200.
Well, that’s still a nice haul. So your net gain was $150 once you returned the initial $50 to your husband?
It was $200, she said. I didn’t tell him I won anything.
I thought that was pretty good.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Yesterday was the anniversary of Jasper’s adoption. He’s lived with Karin for three years. In a sense, I, too, have been his parent for three years: I was with Karin in the pet shelter when she chose him.
To celebrate Jasper’s adoption, we’ll give some tuna to both of the kitties. However, since it’ll be a celebration of Jasper, we won’t interfere if he tries to steal tuna from little Ziva.
(Actually, we probably will interfere.)
Here is my son:
And here he is with his sister:
