My dad wants his own miniature food processor to chop up waste matter so it will be easier for the worms to eat. The house has a food processor, and he was told he could use it, but he is waiting for Susie to do it. She doesn't have time, and probably doesn't want garbage mucking it up, so it doesn't get done. I am a bit afraid he will hurt himself, but I am thinking of getting him one at Target. They have one that takes 3 cups of stuff for $20.00. I will go and check it out.
I haven't talked to him since earlier this week. I've been feeling so stressed out and overloaded, I've just been avoiding him. I think I'm ready to deal with him again.
My class has slimmed way down. Almost all the people who got APC codes from me have been sent down to Wr. 201. They didn't qualify to stay in the class. One of these I tagged as an ESL student, but he turns out to be one of the brightest students in the class. He is Russian, and I don't think he could pass this class in 6 weeks, but during the regular semester, with an ESL grammar class, I think he might pull it off. I hate to lose him because I have lost the best student. She was an amazingly good writer, but never said anything. I'm down to 18 students, as I was last semester. But one of those never comes to class, so I will probably drop him, if he doesn't show on Monday.