Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Change For A Dollar
Buddy, can you spare a sand quarter? ... how about a sand dime?
I'm in deep immersion training this week and my posts are few ... yes, and tiny.
I know, I know.
It's all about change ... the training is good, ... very good, and unlike 90% of educational training, it will cause a change in the way I teach.
Here's a brief moment in the FC household life for you to ponder while I am so absent (minded)this week.
Monday, class had just started when I received a phone call from Mrs. FC.
She had just hit two deer in her shiny kinda new truck, about a mile from the house.
She was okay and she almost ... ALMOST ... missed them, but at least one of them bent some "things" on the passenger front side.
She was okay, which is always the only thing that matters.
But still ... sigh ... my family seems hell bent on reducing the deer population in the region and they are determined to use cars as their weapon of choice.
Anyway, ... she called the cops for an officer to come out and make a report, and then she waited.
It took a little longer than expected, because ... THE OFFICER HIT A DEER AS HE TURNED ON TO OUR ROAD!