Our computer teacher/preacher is back after being gone several weeks during which time we were taught by the school’s business director, so there was actual information exchanged. Now that she’s returned, I’m hesitant to rag on her here because she is probably a nice lady and also if I’m ever outed as the blogger of this site I don’t want anyone’s feelings hurt. Especially someone I see on a regular basis. Who grades me.
That having been said, I still don’t think there’s any place in the classroom for an instructor to say she believes there are surveillance cameras in hotel rooms and department store fitting rooms and we should all suspect we’re always being watched. That we’re foolish to use ATMs because our password can easily be stolen and these are dangerous places peopled by people who want what we have. Although I’ve heard it said that just because a person is paranoid it doesn’t mean they’re not being followed, I still think fears such as this are best discussed with a Wise Man and if she doesn’t have one I will lend her mine.
When I shared with Husband that I hesitate to blog about my impatience with those in my life who are not performing their job to my satisfaction, he said, “Why not? Why do you care so much what people think of you?” And he’s right. This is an unsettling trait I have, that of the closet cynic who despises confrontation. Husband mentioned recently that the shrubbery around our house looked like crap and I agreed. We decided whoever saw the gardeners first would let them know. Our landscaping service used to be Italian gardeners but one day I came up the driveway while they were working and noticed they were suddenly Columbian. The clue came when I heard them speaking Spanish.
I was hoping the task of telling them to do a better job would fall to Husband but as luck would have it, it was me. I smiled as I approached them on our lawn.
Hi, I need to ask you guys to trim the bushes more, okay?
You no like how we do?
Yes, I like very much. You just need to do them more often.
We do them nice.
Yes, very nice. You just can’t wait until the weeds inside them are so wild they grab small children passing by, okay?
Okay, glad you like.
That night I told Husband I straightened out the gardeners and he looked at me surprised and impressed.
Really? You let them know how displeased we are with their service?
Yes, absolutely. There was no doubt.
Good thing there was no surveillance either.
Good Things To Eat is today’s theme for Daughter’s Featured Fotos from her recent birthright trip to Israel.
ben yehuda market
freshness
all the dried fruit a girl could need
but do you have any halvah?