First I began forgetting to take my camera everywhere, then I was buried beneath an avalanche of student essays. Then I misplaced the battery charger for my camera (it, too, was buried beneath a stack of papers). But the month has been full of cherry blossoms, magnolia flowers the size of a baby's skull, daffodils, tulips, dogwoods, each blooming in turn. Once my battery charger turned up, there were a few photos on the camera after all.
Grading papers is a lot less painful when done on a rooftop on a sunny afternoon.
Ross began his attempt at world domination by claiming most of Africa, but in the end he lost it all.
Also this month: the Rancho Bravo Taco Truck opened a new shop in our neighborhood. It's in the old KFC. When were you last in a KFC? Rancho Bravo plays no music. They do not take up much space in the gigantic kitchen. Sometimes they wash the windows. Often the line is very, very long. The hot sauce and the mole are delicious. And Molly Moon opened her second ice cream shop just across the street from the taqueria. Salted caramel! Waffle cones! Balsamic strawberry! Trouble, trouble.
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