This was one of those days that I was actually glad to wake up. And it wasn't from some new development of get-to-it-ness or a desire to mysteriously become proactive in my life (which might actually help with such things as studying for the GRE and attempting to unclog the drain in my shower.) No, it was from a dream. Now this wasn't one of those "oh that was amusing" dreams that make good fodder for awkward pauses at the dinner table when the parents visit. This was one of those dreams that make you screech for joy when you wake up. And that's because it involved children.
I am not one of the normal women who fall to pieces when a drooling toddler looks at her or who has been decorating a nursery in her head since she was seven. I avoid them. They make me nervous. So to dream about them is just about as stressful to me as a cancelled football season would be to Jan Simek. So just imagine how a dream about teaching said children would make me; though unconscious I swear I could feel my blood pressure skyrocketing. I'm pretty sure I was gritting my teeth so hard I chipped a molar somewhere in the night. There was laughing, there was mocking, and there was humiliation. All by a bunch of second graders. I don't even remember the context of the taunts other than in my fictitious world I wound up huddled on the floor behind the play mats.
So at 7:53 when my phone woke me, it actually made me glad I was back in my real world of GRE's and clogged drains. And even though I knew I was waking up way to early for a June day to get dressed, drive to the only free parking that I know of in the Old City, and trek 15 minutes in the astounding mugginess to work, I was glad I was here. And nowhere near anything under the age of eight.
I would never wish this terror on anyone, well maybe a certain high school classmate from hell (you know who you are) so enjoy the day, enjoy what you have, and enjoy the Mosts and the events.
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A great example of the importance of locating, collecting and preserving regional home movies. This piece was compiled using footage culled from home movies shot by local Knoxvillians, spanning the 1920s through the 1950s. Here is a chance to see our city as it looked years ago.
While the sap-sucking woolly adelgid is laying waste to eastern and Carolina hemlocks in the forests of Southern Appalachia at an alarming pace, scientists at the Lindsay Young Beneficial Insects Laboratory at the University of Tennessee are working just as furiously to produce predator bugs that can demolish the invaders.
I'd keep an eye on this story...
Knoxville attorney Gordon Ball is considering entering the Democratic primary for governor. He recently filed suit against TVA for the Kingston Steam Plant ash spill on behalf of nearby property owners.
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Tim Burchett remains a popular political figure in Knox County, if recent polling is to be believed, and remains the favorite to become the next Knox County mayor.
Events
Fred Sokolow, Mike Muddox, Evie Laden, and Keith Yoder Steve Kaufman's Acoustic Concert Series at the Maryville College Alumni Gym, 7 p.m. $13 - $15
Rain Tribute to the Beatles at the Civic Colliseum and Auditorium, 7:30 p.m. $44
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