Gonna have to spank you

When I was in 6th grade I had to do a social studies project.  It had to do with your heritage.  So I was mostly Scottish so it was about Scotland. I can't remember exactly the criteria. My teacher was Miss Octabeck. I'm sure she was a nice old lady, but to us she looked like a cross between a mean George Washington and Whistler's Mother...  We called her Miss Octopus, 6th graders that we were..  She always wore black.

Anyway I completed my project and I thought I turned it in.  Miss Octopus insisted I didn't turn it in and I said yes I did. So she sent me down to the principle's office.  He looked like Richard Nixon to me.  It was never good to be sent to the Principle's office..So I'm sitting in there waiting and was asked to go in. "What are you here for?" he asked.  "Well Miss O.. said I didn't turn my social project in but I know I did.."  "Well I'm gonna have to spank you then.." I'm like What!, don't I get any representation?  It's my word against hers.. I thought.  "bend over.." and he took this paddle that was hanging on the wall with all of these holes drilled in it and spanked me.  It was kind of lame.  He clearly pulled his punches.

So that was that and I went back to class with my tail between my legs. At the end of the year we were cleaning out our desks.  Throwing away papers and things into a bin that would be taken to the incinerator.  We had this big burner thing they burned waste in out on the playground of all places. It looked like a teepee burner at a log mill.  It was a logging town after all at that time. There was no protection from it.  I burnt my hands on that one time but that's another story..  My desk was an absolute mess.  Miss Octopus was disgusted with my mess.  Then there it was,.. My social studies project.  I was elated!  Look Miss O, here is my project!  It just made her more mad.  I thought I'd have to go and get another spanking.  

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How love works

Man,.. I haven't logged into my blogger account for some time and I had used an old email, which I had to try and figure out how to revover... So to recover my blog I had to recover my email.. Plus I had old cell numbers and on and on.  Well I'm back here now.  That experience left me feeling odd, and I can't remember what I wanted to say.  I guess it has changed.

What a year though.  I guess it's been that way for everyone.  Had cancer, had chemo and radiation, two surgeries then more chemo.. So that was one thing.  Then covid hit and I couldn't see my sweetheart who I bought a ring for prior to knowing I had cancer.  Gave it to her at Christmas when I knew the cancer was gone.

Then the whole covid thing hit and the whole world changed again.  Julie couldn't come down and see me and I couldn't go up to Canada. Finallly I got done with all of my treatments banged a gong and then to top off the whole year my mom fell broke her hip and died.  Oh and my company sold and I wasn't sure if I was gonna keep my job and my insurance.

Let me see there must be something else... Hm.. I've felt the need to write but some of the nerves are too raw. And who really cares right?  It's hard to always put a good face on things.  For a while a little grey cat was coming around to see me but she stopped coming.  I can only hope she is ok.  She was a wild thing and I was starting to break her. I forced love on her until she would finally let me hold her. That's how love works.  With cats anyway.. And I just found out that cats didn't come inside homes until about WWII when they developed cat littler.  I didn't know that.