reedy's rambles

My shower faucet leaks. It has always leaked a little, but now it leaks a lot. I mean it leaks as if a shower is going on, it won't turn off-- at all.

The last two days, I have taken things from my apartment that I do not need anymore to school to give away. Both days, everything has been gone. Don't get me wrong, I sincerely wanted people to take everything, I do, but the "rushedness" of the disappearance is comical. The first day it was assorted bath products, today it was things from my closet. It all reminds me of school luncheons . . .

There is nothing like witnessing our teacher luncheons. As soon as prayer is finished, there is a race to the food. I mean a race. A few of us stay behind to broadcast the race:
There goes Mercado, she definitely has the lead, she's moving in to attack . . . And there goes Dinah racing to the start, she's gaining on Mercado . . . It is going to be a close race . . . Oh my, out of nowhere, Orietta takes the lead . . . Here they go . . . Who will pile their plate the tallest? Oh, there goes the rolls, none of those left . . . The race is finished . . . Oooh and Mercado retakes the lead with a take-home box . . .

Seriously folks, that is not an exaggeration, just ask Sosa!

Funny stuff, I wonder if I will miss that stuff next year . . .