“Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven five six bundle of sticks.”

The sun is squint your eyes bright. I’m thinking of sitting on the deck and reading the day away so as not to miss any of that warmth, any of that light. This whole week will be sunny and warm, a few showers maybe but still warm in the 70’s. I’m about to shed my sweatshirt.

Yesterday, the dump was as busy as I’ve even seen it. I went about a half hour before closing but still had to wait for a parking spot beside the recycle bins. My back seat was filled with boxes, the biggest ones from Chewy. My front seat had papers and magazines in shopping bags. The trunk was filled. Two of the bags were so heavy with litter I had to drag them from the trunk to the bin. The new litter was delivered late yesterday so I changed the cat box this morning and put the bag into the trunk, the first bag.

I will replace the deck lights today. That is the only thing. The dirty clothes will sit upstairs another day. I may relent and vacuum the litter, but that depends on how annoyed I am by the crunching.

I avoid math. It was my toughest subject starting in high school when I couldn’t use my fingers to count any more. I was learning algebra in the ninth grade. Even then I knew I’d never use algebra, and no one could give me a reason for spending a whole school year on one useless subject. I looked it up the other day. The reasons for learning algebra include: algebra is faster and better than basic math, it could be a job skill later on, algebra can be useful in life and it’s beautiful. I know a mathematician wrote the article I read. Beautiful? Really?

When I was a kid, the longer afternoons this time of year made for staying outside and playing games like tag or even bike riding but in the neighborhood. Supper was usually a little while after we went inside. During the wait for supper, I did my homework or watched TV if I had no homework. Kids’ shows were on in the early afternoon. I remember the Mickey Mouse Club and Superman. Back then, I didn’t question that nobody recognized Clark when he was Superman or thought all his absences a bit too coincidental. I did wish I could fly, still do.

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2 Comments on ““Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven five six bundle of sticks.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    I’ve alkways loved math πŸ™‚ So I’m not complaining when I have to do the inventory at work every week now days πŸ™‚ No calculators, only in my head πŸ™‚ I’m not sure I would go as far as saying it’s beautiful though πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Rather unsteady wetaher over here, the rain poured down all day until I arrived here at home, then the sun showed and it became really nice outside. It will stay unsteady all week out they guess and I doubt I’ll be as lucky with the sunshine the rest of the week πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      I don’t mind arithmetic: adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing. It is useless algebra that I disliked. I liked geometry more but not a whole lot more, but I see geometry has value. I have even used it.

      It will be in the 70’s every day this week. It will even get to the high 70’s by Friday, but, like yours, the weather is unsteady. It could get cold as quickly as it hets warm.

      Have a great day!


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