Semi-Daily Scribbles

Betty-Ann felt reborn as the first day of Spring snatched her up in its seductive snare. Thick, meaty winter was over, and the pressure to shed a few inches of locally grown love was palpable in the sweet air. Betty-Ann had warm weather plans which required a quicker step and a lighter touch than what she presently possessed. No matter. Grapefruit and green tea topped the shopping list, and a used blue Schwinn was picked up for a song. The season would not last long; Betty-Ann was well aware of her time constraints, but she was her father's daughter. The good General taught her everything she knew about discipline and drive. Her moment to outshine the squawkers and double-talkers had arrived. No amount of years, well-spent or wasted, would weigh her down when the name tags were passed around outside the old classroom doors.