Ralph took Dylan to Sanford Wednesday to be tested for certification as a Therapy Dog. This would make him eligible to visit nursing homes, special ed classes, etc. Karen had signed him up before she knew she would be out of town. He passed with flying colors, but unfortunately, he is only certified to work with Ralph Firegold. Karen will have to repeat the process in order to work as his handler.
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For the general edification of the Gazette readership and as abit of a splash piece to show what blogs are capable of, I have embedded herein a video file of a local Fox News broadcast starring none other than Richard Grinter, menace to society. You may recognize him as the full grown man riding a child's toy through traffic. If that's not enough, he's the one with the giant red arrow over his head and the local newsman complaining about him.
Watch out, Dallas.
I used the Blogger video upload function to post that video. I uploaded it from my hard drive, but if you want to embed a video from YouTube, you can do that by copying the code provided by YouTube (there's a little box that says "embed" and some html text provided for every video) and pasting it into your article like I have done below:
Gazette readers are reminded that technical support can always be obtained by emailing Alison at alisongrinter@gmail.com
To kick off what will hopefully be the first in a series of many art-related things posted to the Gazette, here is the latest thing I've painted. Mission: paint something that made Alison and I both super-happy.
Upon debriefing, the operation was unanimously considered a rousing success.
As many Gazette readers may know, I am not the greatest gardener in the world. In fact, I think it's fair to say that GG's famed green thumb has not made it to my double-helixes. But along the years, there has been one plant that I have not managed to kill, and that is Steve-o. A six year old jade plant with extra-pottery aspirations and a kind sense of humor (he always laughed at my only real plant joke, "My, you're looking succulent today, Steve-o") has been with me through thick and thin. He loved my fourth grade classroom (it makes sense that any plant that lives with me would thrive on chaos) and equally loved communing with Amelia and Susan on his previous perch right next to the cats' food dish.
Having always reached for the window wherever he was, Mike and I thought it might be nice to set him outside in the recent unseasonable February warmth. But Angelina Jolie was right, and Quod Steve-o nutrit Steve-o destruit. I walked by the window yesterday to see a squirrel sitting in Steve-o's pot, eating the last of his succulent leaves. I was heartbroken. Mike has brought his pot in and watered the dirt in the hopes that Steve-o will reemerge like the phoenix, and I certainly wouldn't put it past him, but for the time being, I root for the cats on their quest for squirrel blood vengeance.
Steven "Steve-o" Grinter, we will miss you.
