Saturday, November 28, 2009
My husband has always done this…when things puzzle him he scratches the top of his head. He began his career in education when he was 26 or 27 and then for the next 31 years went to work to help educate children. He worked as a high school teacher, a vice principal, principal and assistant superintendent in schools around the state of Oregon.
I swear that everyday of those thirty-one years he came home with a tuft of hair standing up on his head. I could visualize him looking at a student in amazement, scratching the top of his head and thinking “How in the name of heaven did you manage to do that?” Teachers, parents, students, secretaries, newspaper people and bosses managed to confounded him everyday. I loved that he did those jobs with such enthusiasm and was always game for the challenges. Even if he did scratch his head a lot.
This morning he opened the insurance statements…two of them for the same residence. Different amounts due, policy numbers that did not match and a note that said “This is not a bill…the real bill will come later.” He scratched his head and had that look on his face that said “These people are driving me crazy!” I had to laugh when I saw the tuft of hair standing up on his head. Some things never change.