In the old days....

Kurt, finding your lack of faith disturbing.
It occurs to me (while watching an Agetha Christie mystery on TV) that when we laugh at our grandmothers for calling our girlfriends Strumpets, Jezebels and Floozies we forget that our grandchildren will chuckle at our accusations of Slut, Slag,and Bitchqueen while they call their promiscuous peers Phoboids, Rhombs and Nimbus (maybe) . Grannies of the later 21st century will have pierced bellybuttons, tattoos and when they hang their G strings on the clothes line their grandchildren will look on in amusement at how big they are. Their undergarments will probably consist of little more than an ideal floating in the ether never to properly manifest on this material plane.
Pin has another fever. If I had 1 cent for every fever Pin had I'd have 12 cents. She says strange things and looks like she is having a visionquest. Delerium can be such a trip. I remember being the same way as a kid and scaring Mum too. One recalls parents toying with the idea of employing the services of a priest to exorcise my tormented soul. Took Pin to daycare with a fever and dropped her off quickly before the minders could reject her. Kind of like dropping off an overdue videotape really quickly and hoping the spotty guy behind the counter won't notice but knowing in the back of your mind that they'll just get you next time. In Pins case later in the day having to go back and pick her up early. Oh well, a few hours of grace, enough to teach my morning class at any rate.
On careful deliberation, I cannot remember once ever paying for school photos as a kid. My mothers ability to evade the school bursar was exemplary. Well, she could always just not go to the school, unlike yours truly who was the buffer and pleaded ignorance.(Which as we know is no excuse) And Bag wonders how I became so good and murkifying my financial position.

She still has all the photos however.