I have enjoyed everyone's tales...
Several years ago my husband received a Presidential Award for teaching and
we went to Washington DC for a week (too bad there isn't something like this
for the arts - just math and science - we were treated like royalty.)
Anyway, my art room looks like a picture of Calder's studio, it is packed...
One night I woke up in a cold sweat after a very realistic dream that while
I was gone for a week the Superintendent had housekeeping strip the room.
And I mean strip - it was an entirely white room and there were two boxes of
crayons on each table.
Talk about panic - I shared it with the maintenance guy - he laughed...
something about a week wouldn't be enough time.
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