The sun, about which I waxed eloquent yesterday, has disappeared. It is 33°, and snow showers are predicted. It seems the sun has a cruel sense of humor.

When I was in the sixth grade, my teacher was Miss Quilter. I had had a nun in the fifth grade so the sixth grade was my nun-less year. Miss Quilter is one of the best teachers I’ve ever had. She pushed us to be better. She had us writing every week. She brought history alive. I love English because of her.

It was also in the sixth grade when I realized I could see things in my mind’s eye. That revelation happened during a history test about the revolution. Her tests were she’d ask a question, and we’d answer on our papers. One question had to do with Lexington as in Lexington and Concord. I couldn’t remember the answer then I saw the page it was on. There was a drawing at the top of the page of revolutionaries shooting at Redcoats from behind a New England wall. The text below the picture had the answer. I could see that answer in my mind’s eye. That was the beginning, the revelation. I had a neat talent. I could close my eyes and see things lodged in my memory drawers.

Yesterday I washed the kitchen floor and vacuumed the hall and upstairs. I don’t know what came over me. All the paw prints are gone for now, but I do fear the beasties will track in new ones if we had those snow showers. The dogs need boots or I need a maid.

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