To Teach Someone to Read

Yesterday was a big day! Mike received recognition for a good job done at work, and as always, I'm so proud of him I could bust a gut. Of course I've always known he's great at his job, but it's nice when somebody at work tells him so.

And I was officially inducted into the Walter Leake Chapter of the DAR. I totally Obama'd the oath, saying "I will" at the wrong times and stumbling over myself. But I'm excited about being the youngest member and keeping those traditions alive, and I'm looking forward to getting more involved. This year I'm chairing our Good Citizenship scholarships with Clinton High, Forest Hill, and Mt. Salus, and I think it's a selfish project for me as much as it is volunteering. I've been so discouraged with behavior of kids lately. Kids these days. (Sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair, with my trusty cane next to me.)

Anyway, there's also a program in which I teach an illiterate adult how to read. That really excites and scares me at the same time. The idea of teaching somebody to read! Wow! What a gift to give! But at the same time, yikes. Um, how do you do it? Do they give a curriculum? What if I can't do it? It's something to think about. Have you ever done it or know anything about it?

This afternoon my sweet neighbor, her mom, and her three little girls came over to our house for a quick visit. It was just loverly. Mike's working a little late tonight, but then we're having supper at Walker's. He's on call this weekend, so he'll have Monday off!

So that's about it. We're pretty boring, but I suppose that's preferrable to the alternative.

Photo courtesy of the Mississippi Daughters of the American Revolution.