teacher junk
teacher junk under the house. Teacher junk in the eaves. Teacher junk out my ears.
Some of it is cool: a wooden clock to teach time telling. A whole lot of cuisenaire rods. A bunch of geoboards. Stuff you can't use in the schools right now. Not because they're outlawed, exactly, but the schools are scheduled to the minute with that disproven but highly profitable drill-and-test junk from Texas. All the Math Their Way things I made.
Some of it is awful, including some of the things I made. And old crafty scraps. Some is puzzling. Like a box of feathers. Was it math or art? I can't remember. And some of it is Elizabeth's.
The good news: no new rat stuff. An old, old dead one, and the signs of an old, old nest. So Ted's efforts to seal the huse paid off. Also, the stuff under the house is mostly not as deteriorated as it might be. And I can breathe in its presence, so I can look at it.
Also, even though the pile stretches from one end of my longish but narrow driveway to the other, it looks like it will fit into the dumpster. And it's not supposed to rain for a few more days. My friend Connie and I made a couple of Goodwill runs while the stuff was being brought out, which got rid of two of the chests of drawers and most of the clothes. I can't believe I ever acquired that many clothes.
And my teacher junk isn't half the pile. That would be puzzling construction odds and ends that Ted saved over the years.
On another front: it's cold.
Some of it is cool: a wooden clock to teach time telling. A whole lot of cuisenaire rods. A bunch of geoboards. Stuff you can't use in the schools right now. Not because they're outlawed, exactly, but the schools are scheduled to the minute with that disproven but highly profitable drill-and-test junk from Texas. All the Math Their Way things I made.
Some of it is awful, including some of the things I made. And old crafty scraps. Some is puzzling. Like a box of feathers. Was it math or art? I can't remember. And some of it is Elizabeth's.
The good news: no new rat stuff. An old, old dead one, and the signs of an old, old nest. So Ted's efforts to seal the huse paid off. Also, the stuff under the house is mostly not as deteriorated as it might be. And I can breathe in its presence, so I can look at it.
Also, even though the pile stretches from one end of my longish but narrow driveway to the other, it looks like it will fit into the dumpster. And it's not supposed to rain for a few more days. My friend Connie and I made a couple of Goodwill runs while the stuff was being brought out, which got rid of two of the chests of drawers and most of the clothes. I can't believe I ever acquired that many clothes.
And my teacher junk isn't half the pile. That would be puzzling construction odds and ends that Ted saved over the years.
On another front: it's cold.