Thursday, March 8, 2018
Olga and I found this stray mitten on our street a couple of weeks ago. There's always something sad and lonely about a lost mitten or glove. It seems to want its partner, doesn't it?
And then, just yesterday, I came across this photo I took almost exactly ten years ago in New York, in January 2008. Another sherbet-striped mitten, left to fend for itself!
Hang onto your gloves, people!
I went to the doctor yesterday to have my back checked out. As I suspected, they couldn't tell me much. They briefly tested my mobility and whether I had any tenderness between vertebrae, and then gave me a letter so I could seek physical therapy through my private insurance, should I want to go that route. (I don't. It's not that bad.) I guess I'll just live with it. So it goes when you're fiftysomething!
The magazine archive people came to school yesterday and picked up several boxes of our old library magazines. They're coming today for the rest. I'll be very glad to get those things out of the library! We decided to keep our old Newsweeks, which date from 1941-1959 -- our students do units on World War II and the Cold War, and I thought we could incorporate the Newsweeks into those projects, showing contemporary reporting about the events of the day within the cultural context of magazine advertisements, feature articles, etc. The teachers were enthusiastic about that idea, so we'll see. Those Newsweeks seem like such a precious resource.