I received a trophy once from the principal who first hired me as a teacher at Saint Clement Elementary in Venice , CA . Or was it Saint Clement’s Elementary ? I suppose I should know . I’ll have to check in with my friend Joe to get the correct form , Joe , over at The Coming of the Toads blog . Joe and I started teaching the same year . He was wise enough to get out of the profession after a few years to do something else for awhile . He took a twenty -five year or so break before he climbed back in . Now he teaches college students the skills and thrills of writing . I know for a fact that Joe still harbors grammar manuals in his house and , probably , other such accessories to erudition . Mine are buried in the back yard , wooden garden stakes shoved into their hearts and red roses planted over their tombs.
I wrote a novel about a guy who had a small garden . It didn’t have much of a plot .
But , of course , there are times when I wish that I had a few reference tomes around . I volunteer at a history museum . When I am cataloging items I have an urge to check a dictionary from time to time . There is a reference library at the museum but no dictionary . No dictionary ? ” Google it , ” I am told . Google it . If I had a smart phone I guess I’d smart phone it . But I don’t have a smart phone . Google is the new Oracle of Delphi .
There was a big paddle sale at the boat store . It was quite an oar deal .
I won’t rehash some of my reflections about Sister Agnes at St. Clement . Enough said in past posts . Suffice it to say , as they say , that she and I , although colleagues , were not best pals . So the school’s principal , Terry , wanted to rub that in a little one year and he gave me the LOVER OF PUNS AND NUNS trophy . Funny ?
I relish the fact that you’ve mustard the strength to ketchup to me .
I’ve borrowed the puns used in this post from Pun of the Day . No puns were hurt in the writing of this post .