Sunny Days

When we were little, we purchased every consumable product used in our house through a family direct-marketing business. They are great products, so until I left for college, I was utterly unversed in the available brands (and gradiant qualities) of toothpaste, laundry products, paper towels, window cleaners, disinfectants, hand soap, snack foods, etc., etc. My favorite magazine advertisments when I was small were ones for the business, where it would show an ordinary kitchen scene (or some other room) and ask, "How many Amway products can you find? We see 100." I could find them all.

Anyway, Critic's Choice was our brand of cereal, and Sunny Days was the equivalent to Kix. We had those quite rarely, but the big favorite in our house was Happy Days, which was like Lucky Charms but with more wholesome (read: "icky" to the 7-year-old palate) cereal pieces mixed with the marshmallows. Many mornings, my brothers and I each played a solitare (and nameless) game of marshmallow elimination. If your spoon was just wet enough with milk, and you did it just right, you could get up to 4 or 5 little marshmallow pieces to stick to the bottom of your spoon. Once we'd gotten all of the icky cereal pieces out of the way, we'd touch the bottom of our respective spoons to our floating mass of marshmallows. Any that stuck were immediately eaten. For me, it was a compitition between the colored shapes. I was always rooting for blue rectangles to make it to the end, longer than the pink triangles or the yellow circles. Maybe there were green squares, too. Oh, and Fruity O's or whatever they were called were another morning staple.

Wow, all this came up in my typing just because today is a wonderfully sunny day in this chunk of the East Coast, and I said so in the title. Beware of writing titles before whatever they are titleing. The weather is cold and crisp. (Today, for the first time, my windshield was covered in ice.)

In Our Lady,
"Elenor Kate Teflon"

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Well, the first exams in biology and physics are done, and now there's just organic chemistry on Monday night. It will take a little practice to "get" this game, I think. It seems that the tricky thing is this: whereas at other (certain) places of learning, the important part is what you understand, the key here seems to be what you don't know how to do... the objective of the testing seems to be not to really get a look at what you can explain, but to trip you up and find one problem you can't do. ---I'm not saying that calculation problems are irrelavent, just that they're a different ballgame. (I also learned today that checking over the grading is a great idea... my score was marked 9 points lower than it should have been! Thankfully, that was cleared up without a problem.)

Okay, that is definitely a sufficient amount of verbage spent on discussing tests. Now on to life...

One delightful thing about my light schoolwork schedule and absence of work-study responsibilities is that am at leisure to practice music nearly every day while the house is empty(sometimes many times a day!) The parrot is delighted at the high noises that come out of my violin, and usually doesn't complain about squeaks and intonation mishaps.

Sometimes he sings along with the piano, too- I've been working on a prelude, a minuet, and a march, all by Bach.

Happy feast of Our Lady of the Rosary!