Day: April 18, 2007

Letters to Esther

A Page from Esther’s Gradebook

Shelly

Esther's Gradebook

I really need to get back to working on Esther’s letters, if for no other reason than that I haven’t read ahead, and I’m starting to get curious about what happens next. But, for now, here’s a scan from one of her three gradebooks. I do know that she taught high school and middle school for a few years between finishing college and getting married. Somewhere in the boxes of stuff, there are also her teaching certificates (complete with grades on her exams), check stubs and bank statements, and various other official stuff. It’s going to take me years to get through it all.

To give an idea of the quantity of information I need to process, it came in a 20 x 12 x 12 inch crate, and it was packed solid and filled to the top. That’s a whole lotta letters, and I’m maybe 1/3 through them, not including the non-letter ephemera.

Crankypantsing

Iron Skillets

Shelly

I hate non-stick cookware. Hate, hate, hate it. I’ve inherited a couple of nice iron skillets from my mom (three, if you count the cute little pie wedge cornbread skillet). If they are seasoned well, and you are careful, iron is virtually non-stick.

I’m not always careful, though. Sometimes I do stupid things, like add tomato sauce to my just sauteed veggies, while they are still in the pan. Oops. All is not lost, though! Reseasoning an iron skillet is easy peasy. One of my favorite methods is to make pancakes. No, seriously. The first pancake may turn out a little funky, but the rest should be fine, and by the time you have made 3-4 of them, you will have a beautifully reseasoned skillet. And pancakes. Mmmm.

Crankypantsing

Instant Review: Abraded Cornea

Shelly

Ow! Wow, is it ever a special kind of pain.

I went to (NotSo)PromptCare, and they gave me a prescription for antibiotic eye drops and pain killers. Thank the Invisible Pink Unicorn for insurance, because $23 worth of drugs would have been $100. I don’t even want to think what an office visit would have cost without insurance.

I just hope that I did not contract some form of plague during the two hours I sat in the waiting room. A girl a couple of seats down from me had some upper respiratory disease and could not breathe through her nose or swallow. That’s just what I need!