Miss Anne

102 years old

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was born one hundred and three years ago far, far away from where I am today. I was born on a line between Poland and Russia. The line kept moving and no one was ever sure if they were in Poland or Russia. So I just say far, far away.

Everyone always asks me what I did to live so long. You don’t put numbers in a hat and get the winning ticket. You just keep waking up everyday and add it on to your total. Everyone says it is my booming voice and that perhaps I scare my demons away. Perhaps I do. I just want to make sure you all know I am coming through, so I lift my voice and clear the way.

I was told by an old woman, perhaps my grandmother, I am not sure, to clasp your hands over your head so that your hands and arms make an arch. Be certain that you make this arch often. As you stand and live under this arch, this is where you get all of God’s graces. If you question anything, or want guidance, clasp your hands and make the arch and listen. It is like having a ready-made house of worship following you all the days of your life.

I never married, so no children. I have a niece and two nephews. I had a brother and two sisters. I had a lot of friends long ago and have many new ones now. I walk everywhere around the building, but stay close enough to see the way back.

Do not forget to say good morning all morning to everyone you see. Then good afternoon as often as you can, and good evening is my favorite. It sounds so elegant and uplifting. When I get to say, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening, I have lived another day.

You want me to give you a formula for a long life, well, let me see, I can only tell you to do what you think is good for you. I notice at mealtimes people have so many restrictions on their food, so how can I tell you what to eat? Everyone has a hand of pills, so how can I tell you what pill to take and which not. Some people at various ages can walk long distances. I can’t now and never could, so I can’t tell you how much to walk. I know I can tell you to keep moving.

I think what has saved me many a time is the arch built with my own two hands and living under the good graces of God. Clasp your hands, put your arms into the air and live!

The Fortune Cookie Saga

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I need your help to understand my Fortune Cookie dilemma. Yes, I am writing about the Fortune cookies that are served as a dessert in most Chinese restaurants at the end of a succulent, you hope, meal. The Fortune cookie carries inside a piece of paper with words of wisdom, a prophecy, sometimes numbers people use as lottery winning numbers. There is always a rising delight as the meal heads towards the end and the anticipation of your fortune is to be read around the table. Each person reads his or her fortune; it is agreed upon and talked about giving each dinning participant a few moments in the spotlight.

My particular issue is that about twenty years ago I opened the Fortune cookie with great expectations. I immediately noticed the word doomed and hated to read on, so I tore it up, dropped it into my unfinished plate and have not opened another fortune cookie since, except for yesterday after lunch at a spectacular Chinese restaurant. I decided my actions were childish. I should woman up and open the glistening Fortune cookie. I struggled with the tightly wound wrapping. Cookie in hand, I broke it apart. Lo and behold, it was empty. Empty after all of these years.

One of the reasons I have not opened the Fortune cookies in so many years is because there is an individual who always grabs the cookies and says” This one is pointing to you and this one is pointing to so and so and this one is mine.” and so on until all of the cookies are passed out. I have voiced my opinion that each person should be allowed to pick his or her own. I still feel this would change the specifics. The negative dynamic has to stop!

My questions to you are: Why do you suppose after all of these years I would open an empty Fortune cookie? Is a Fortune cookie made for random use not at all credible? What is the real message here?

Here is my own Fortune cookie saying: “Do not aim for perfection. Do your best, and let it be.’

What is your Fortune Cookie saying?

Here are my winning lottery numbers: 30 1 22 38 40 14

They will win, I just don’t know when.

What are your winning lottery numbers?

Please share.

The Time Is Now

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THE TIME IS NOW

 

Author Unknown

 

If you are ever going to love me,

Love me now, while I can know

The sweet and tender feelings

Which from true affection flow.

Love me now

While I am living.

Do not wait until I’m gone

And then have it chiseled in marble,

Sweet words on ice-stone.

If you wait until I am sleeping,

Never to awaken,

There will be death between us

And I won’t hear you then.

So, if you love me, even a little bit,

Let me know it while I am living

So I can treasure it.

Shouts, Echoes and Whispers: Letter to Self

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Shouts in Battle:

Something happened yesterday, which carried over into today and it would forever be my bulletproof vest and my Pit Bull. I am going into battle. Each day is a battle, so not a particular battle to discuss today. I am frightened each day about going into battles known and unknown. Those fears are my shouts. If we are in a battle and you want to make a deal, I cannot because then someone automatically becomes the winner and if a winner, there must be a looser. I would guess the one with the most experience in deal making will win in this case scenario.   If we both fight to the death, either we both die or one of us definitely wins. If we decide to meet in the middle and come to equitable terms, there is no winner or looser; there is peace. Does it matter who started it. Of course it does, but that may not need to be counted in the equation of who wins, who looses, or a truce.

A truce is a noble act between individuals needing not to win or loose.

The paperwork extravaganza is the Echo.

I think the paperwork was mailed to me by mistake. If the doctor knew that I received the complete document of her findings and her documentations, she would have a gigantic fit of rage. But the fact remains, I have a powerful document telling me many things I was not told, still not told and should be told on the spot. People are seemingly shut out of their best opportunity to help with their health care by not seeing documentations of their doctor patient encounters and not knowing. Yes, I hear you all, you think I am wrong, and that doctor’s should have their privacy. Okay, what about mine?

The echo on the doctor’s notations is loud in the distance, and clear as a bell. They have empowered me to live a fuller life, be more proactive about my diagnosis process and at peace knowing the naked truth. What happened as I read the process and the doctor’s praiseworthy words is that I began the process of liking myself for who I am, understanding myself more and that everyone faces the process. As the process continues, I remain knowledgeable of the facts as documented and enjoying days full of life. Nothing she has said thus far is life threatening, just so interesting to be given the opportunity to secure and read a heretofore-secret document. And for your ears only, I will forever after ask for the completed documents knowing this was a one-time error and will never to happen again.

Faintly the echo fades with these words, “Since you are still waiting for the words to be said, start saying them and asking them yourself.”

The whispers are God talking to me in low tones, so I will know it is he, and I should not miss a word. He loves me as much as ever, but wants me to love myself at the same level, so I will feel contentment. I have some catching up to do. I think about me. I don’t mind playing catch up to God. There is no better example to follow. There is no greater force. I have not been taught to love myself, but no time like the present to begin lessons. Honestly, I know this may sound like a hype, but if you listen, lessons are always streaming and you can hitch the ride.

 

 

MRI and MRA Back to Back

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I elected to have both procedures back-to-back, one with dye and one without so I could be done, done! The Radiologist and the Neurologist seemed to disagree on what they saw or didn’t see, so you understand, I went back into the tunnel. For those of you who have never experienced an MRI, you are rolled into an enclosed tunnel with noises clanging constantly and you are enclosed alone without any outside awareness.

All is well, but during the elongated procedures I had moments when I thought I was talking to God.   I was alone, all by myself, who else could get in there? God! Oh sure, that’s what you think little lady, sure talking to God. Right, that is what I think. And for your enlightenment I learned God is inside of me, and you, too.

The world and all of my normal contacts were shut out. For these finite moments in time, enlightenments kept coming. I began to walk into a forest, dark in its depths; the sky was cloud, and mist covered. Drearily, I walk on in pain, dull and aching. Where am I and where am I going? Eyes closed, I continue with thoughts of my life as I remember it.

Eyes open, I continue walking down roads leading to cottages of unknowns, never to be known. Knowing I am gone from my world, not even a spot, a dot, a mark of any kind to recognize,I hold on to a sachet made of lemon rinds and lavender given so lovingly by two people with hidden faces, hair like my mother and hair like my father, gone long ago.

I am taken. Gently turned on to an unworn path, easily missed if not known. Forward, forward, forward into the woods Density. The trees have allowed no light to form shadows. As time passes, I fret. Finally, an arrival and the wait begins. Not a soul to greet me. I notice that this part of the forest has sprouted ferns. I wait. I turn in all directions. I am comfortable. I am talking to someone, but cannot see an image.

The voice is soft and masculine and feminine all together in tonal harmony. The tonal voice comforts and praises, advises and challenges, gives and expects. I lie listening. A hand is thrust towards me in a most welcoming manner. I take it, feeling instant gentleness as the hand guides me further into the forest and down a path leading to a sheltered building. The hand let mine go for the moment, and clung to handles to assist the double glass doors to swing open allowing me to see shelves and shelves of books, dusty and pealing. Next, I lowered my gaze and saw the room was over crowded with people in ancient, classic, and modern, clothes using various textiles and designs. It felt like it was a Halloween party without so much as a peep. The austere quietness offered me an opportunity to gaze undisturbed for moments on end.

A whisper was telling me that all of my ancestors; forbearers, present, and future were gathered here to wish me onward. Voices sounded in syllables, but languages ancient and incomprehensible, mixed with the understandable gave me a dizzying spell. Righting myself, I realized, I would live longer and be able to produce, endure, comprehend, create, and continue the entitlements of aging. I give thanks to the old souls who gathered together, if only for a moment or two, to wish me well and to share with me some wisdom of the ages.

One hour and forty-five minutes later, I am rolled out of the tunnel; I rose, climbed onto a step, dressed, tucked my secret adventure in my mind, and came home to share it with you.

P.S. I Forgot To Tell You Something

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Regarding books, and as long as we are on the subject, I ordered another book on how to heal underlying causes for suffering and feeling hopeless. I thought if I could learn the secret of this 322-page book, I would spare you the time and the effort. I got to work on this book and I found that it too has pretty much one secret spelled out in different scenarios and stories with the guidance theme.

I will of course and without doubt get you your own book if you wish, but in the mean time, this secret is not so easily extracted, but here goes: In healing the underlying causes suffering and feeling anxiety of hopelessness, one has to recognize that if we do something wrong and there is no one around to punish us, we tend to think we should punish ourselves. We punish ourselves so we can feel good. Rather than punish us, the SECRET is to FORGIVE the others and ourselves. These facts will make us feel so much better. FORGIVENESS is a secret.

My mother was a critical mother always seeking better and better performances. I worked hard to please her and spent much of my life punishing myself for not making her grade. My mother was very, very ill one night, convulsing and vomiting blood in the days preceding the end of her life. When I was helping her, an immediate response came over me and I forgave her for all of the ills I had perceived and began to forgive myself for not forgiving her earlier. These moments were the most freeing and liberating feelings I have ever had in my whole life.

I only wish someone would have shared the secret of FORGIVENESS way before, so I would have been free to forgive myself and forgive others in my life.

Now I really must run because I have a chocolate chip cake in the oven that must come out now! Remember to attract goodness into your life, forgive others, and most of al forgive yourself. You are a wondrous product of the Universe and there is a miraculous reason you are here.

 

Dear Rachel,

 

I find myself writing letters to you in my head every day. I know you would tire of getting letters every day, so I am going to settle down and pace myself out of respect to you.

I heard about a book on the market called THE SECRET. I told a friend about it and she personally knows the publishing company that published it. They were a small company that was nearly bankrupt, but this book came along and changed everything financially for this company when it became a best seller. It amazes me that it only has one secret to share and yet, it has sold millions and millions of copies. It goes to show vfffyou that everyone wants to know a secret. This secret is the law of attraction. Well, you say, what does that mean? So. they spend the rest of the book explaining it to you over and over again. You can pick up the book at any page and hear the same message said differently. It is a proved fact that a person needs to hear things over and over to finally get them. So, you see a book that does this very thing is what makes this book so successful. If you don’t have to read it sequentially from cover to cover and can at anytime open the book to any page and receive this powerful message, wouldn’t you love that? Let us for a moment go back to the secret as being the law of attraction. If you think positvely, you will attract positive things. If you close your eyes and visualize what you want to attract it will come to you. If you act appropriately and in a proper manner, then you will attract appropriate and proper reactions. So, for free I have given you the book’s secret, but if you would like to have a book of your own that you can open at will, let me know and I will send you one immediately!

Musing

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She is awakened on her 75th birthday morning with sounds from a jangling phone on the nightstand next to her bed. As soon as the receiver is lifted, there is a family singing Happy Birthday. The singing is so in sync that she can distinctly pick out the owner of each singular voice as it takes its place in choir. As the phone is replaced on the charging stand, she opens the blinds and sees that the exact cloud covered day she ordered has been delivered. The patio furniture pieces have been beautifully restored. The restaurant where dinner was to be enjoyed is closed for emergency repairs. She loves Taco Bell, so there is no problem.

Lots of lovely birthday calls ensue, cards abound, and Facebook messages pour in, plus emails galore. Many little slow downs in the past several years, but she will not give in to them. They are part and parcel of what this staying alive issue denotes. She is happy about surviving thus far.

During a much-enjoyed stint lying down, her mind wandered. She wondered if she had many dreams. No dreams came through that she could remember. None recently. Good she thought. No one can analyze me through my dreams, who would want to anyway? Good happy life, and no needs or wants, well, maybe one. An award. She does not want an award for doing her life; living is done with no awards. Rewards by the multitudes, awards, none. She thinks she wants an award for 53 years of marriage and whatever that has required. She thinks, certainly she deserves one.

So now we get to it, she wants an award for service. She thinks about a diamond-encrusted tiara, even a full-blown crown she would not refuse. Being ridiculous, not really. You give thirty years of service to your company and get a gold watch; soon she would be owed one for each arm. Maybe they don’t give gold watches anymore, so maybe they give bonuses. She has

never received a bonus. They give a trophy for great accomplishments. They give many things denoting distinguished achievement. She realizes that the job is not over and hopefully will go on and on and on. But, in the meantime, perhaps she can wear a merit badge or a badge of courage; it takes a great amount of courage to serve. They distribute award ribbons, 1st 2nd, 3rd place ribbons. Oh never mind, she muses to herself, who wants 2nd or 3rd. Is is possible to just collect brownie points whatever they may be? You might have, and she has, many cups with business and organizational names printed on them She has a Happy Birthday, Happy Mother’s day cup, too. She thought she would hate a coffee cup stating years of service up to the present, but would accept it with a grin of pleasure that someone has noticed. She reminds herself that there are many ways to represent service, but in the morning, she thinks she will go out and purchase something lovely for the home they share, the home that represents all of the service!

 

EVERY DAY AT THE END OF THE DAY

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Every day, at the end of the day, I throw my sins away in sight of water. Rosh Hashanah is coming and joy is filling our hearts. There is an ancient custom that calls for observant Jews to Tashlikh, during Rosh Hashanah, meaning to cast away the year’s previous sins into a body of water. Water therefore creates a clean slate, leaving our transgressions behind as we start the New Year. A stroll along the beach is ideal, along a lake is lovely, too. Our neighbor’s pool is handy, but if you need to turn on your faucet and watch the water trickle as you cast your sins, you will have done the job.

You do not have to be Jewish to cast your sins. I know that, and you know that, so Robin, my hairdresser extraordinaire and I have devised a plan for constant renewal without carrying such a heavy load all year long, waiting for a designated time to cast off sins.

Every day, at the end of the day, cast your sins away. Just start twitching, shaking yourself around a bit, and brushing yourself off as in the act of casting. After you stop all of the frenetic casting, you will, guaranteed, feel like a million bucks.

Oh, you are one of those who do not sin. Probably you don’t, neither do I, BUT there are so many superstitions and regulations, plus self imposed rules and regimes, instructions, and guidelines, you probably do not fully get out of bed without a mark. Our governing powers have added so many laws and decrees that will fill a book just since yesterday, so you cannot possibly escape. May I suggest you shimmy and shake, casting any unrealized sins away, everyday at the end of the day! Get back to me on your casting success.

THE “IST” WORD CONTEST OR YOU CAN WIN $101.00!!

For you Sally as promised:

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Once upon a time there was a teacher who told her class that if they could read and spell all the “ist” words in a story she has written, she would give each winner one hundred dollars plus one. When she asked them who would be interested in entering the “ist” contest, everyone raised their hands. “Oh my goodness” said the teacher, “If everyone wins the contest, it will cost me three thousand and thirty one dollars.” She thought about changing her mind, but decided that it wouldn’t be proper. She thought about making it too hard to win, but decided that it wouldn’t be proper either. She thought about being absent from school for a whole week so maybe the kids would forget about it. Then she decided that would be avoiding the issue and would be weaseling out of a promise. She thought that maybe she could move way up into the mountains so no one would ever find her, but that was too silly. Maybe she could make up something different, and even easier and present it to the kids, but she knew they would not go for it. She thought maybe she could tell them that she is very stressed over the promise of the “ist” contest and they would let her out of the promise. But then, she would not be happy with herself. She was thinking that she could just say it was a mistake. No she said out loud, “A promise is a promise.”

The next day the teacher began to explain about “ist” words and how the contest will work.

She said, “ You will all get a story with many words that end in “ist.” You will have to read all of them and tell what they mean out loud to the class. If you read them all and tell what they mean, you will win the contest. You will all have to have your parents sign a participation letter that says they give their permission for you to enter the contest and accept the prize money. If you do not bring the letter signed by one parent back to school, you may still enter the contest and win, but I will not be able to give you the prize money without their consent.

Colby raised his hand and asked: “What are “ist” words?

The teacher asked, “Does anyone know what “ist” words are?”

Carly raised her hand and said, “Is violinist an “ist” word?

The teacher said, “Yes.”

Colby raised his hand and said, “Oh I get it, and words like hobbyist and guitarist are “ist” words.”

Yes, said the teacher. A violinist is a person who plays the violin, a hobbyist is a person who pursues an activity in their spare time for pleasure, and a guitarist is a musician who plays the guitar. Guitarists may play a variety of instruments such as acoustic guitars, electric guitars, classical guitars, and bass guitars. So you will see that “ist” at the end of words refers to a person doing something as his work, or as his profession.

Carly added that her dad is a guitarist.

Colby said that he is studying to become a guitarist.

The teacher said that everyone’s homework would be to come up with an “ist” word and bring it in to class the next morning.

The teacher was happy that she did not try to end the “ist” contest. The students were happy, too. When the bell rang, all of the students ran out of the room saying, ist, ist, ist, ist.

Carly and Colby could hardly wait for the next morning to see all of the new words with IST at the end.

The next morning, all of the kids huddled together in the playground sharing their words. The bell rang. Everyone lined up and they were all so excited they could hardly stand still. Soon it would be time for the teacher to come to get them and walk them into the classroom. Here comes the teacher. Oh do you know the teacher’s name?

It is Mrs. Cynthia Noncooperationist. Really? Really!

All of the students sat very quietly in their seats because they knew it was time for the teacher to collect the contest words.

Mrs. Noncooperationist said, “Boys and Girls, I have a basket on my desk and I would like all of the people in row 1 to put their word in the basket.” All of the students in row 1 had words to put in the basket. Everyone had done his or her homework. Row 2 put their words in the basket and row three put theirs in as well. In total, the teacher collected 31 words.

She had decided to break up the lesson into three parts. The first part had 10 words, the second part had ten words, and the third part had ten words. Hey, you are thinking to yourself, “that is only thirty words.” You are right, but one of the words was Mrs. Noncooperationist. This is a word put in by Joey and the teacher thinks you should be able to read and spell her name. She explained that she thought it was very unique for Joey to put her name in the basket. The definition of noncooperationist is a person who is not willing to work together with another person, group, or organization. Mrs. Noncooperationist said that when she got married to Mr. Noncooperationist, she decided to take his name as her married name. Before she was married, she was called Miss Cynthia Activist. Mrs. Noncooperationist said that she really does like to cooperate and work as a team member, and not as her name suggests.

Here are the first ten words:

  1. Nonspecialist: a person who is not a specialist in any given field.
  2. Accordionist: An accordion is a box shaped musical instrument of hand held bellows. Sometimes called a squeezebox. The person who plays an accordion is an Accordionist.
  3. Journalist: a person who gathers and writes about current events, trends, issues, and people’s viewpoints. A reporter is a type of journalist.
  4. Keyboardist: a person who plays keyboard musical instruments.
  5. Machinist: a person who uses machine tools to make or modify primarily metal parts.
  6. Lyricist: a writer who specializes in song lyrics, usually paid for by a band to write custom songs. A Lyricist is a songwriter.
  7. Agriculturalist: a person who studies the science, art, and business of cultivating soil, producing crops and raising livestock; farming.
  8. Bacteriologist: a person who studies and investigates a group of single-celled microorganisms that are classed as bacteria. There are over 10,000 species of bacteria and new ones are being discovered each day.
  9. Industrialist: a person who is a businessman and whose wealth has been gained from business and industry.

10.Balloonist: A balloon is a type of air-

craft that remains aloft due to its

buoyancy. A balloon travels by

moving with the wind. A Balloonist

knows all about flying balloons.

Rachel raised her hand and said, “ I

would like to be a balloonist part time

and an economist for my career choice.

 

Here are the second ten “ist” words:

 

  1. Zoologist: a person who studies animals in their natural habitats and in the laboratory in order to learn as much as possible about animal life.
  2. Vocalist: a person who is a singer and uses her or his voice to produce music.
  3. Alchemist: a person who practices alchemy. Alchemy is an early discipline or practice of combining the elements of chemistry, metallurgy, physics, medicine, astrology, semiotics, mysticism, and art.
  4. Loyalist: a person who remains loyal to the established government, political party, or sovereign (no higher power or supreme lawmaking authority) especially during a war or revolutionary change.
  5. Manicurist: a person who gives manicures, which include fingers and toes. A manicurist is a licensed nail technician who cleans, trips and polishes nails for a living.
  6. Percussionist: a musician who plays percussion instruments such as xylophone, marimba, chimes, cymbals, dulcimer, drums, tubular bells and more.

 

  1. Floriculturist: a person concerned with horticulture (plants and flowers) and concerned with the cultivation of flowering and ornamental plants for gardens. Also a Floriculturist is interested in the development of plant breeding and creating new varieties of plants.

 

  1. Landscapist: There are two definitions for Landscapist. One is someone who arranges features such as plants, furniture, and sculptures in the landscape or garden. Another Landscapist is someone who paints landscapes.
  2. Perfectionist: is a person who believes in perfectionism and demands perfection from everyone. In other words, everything has to be perfect or the perfectionist will be displeased.
  3. Receptionist: is a person who is     often the first business contact a person will meet at any organization. A receptionist is a person in the office who is in a support position. They usually work in a waiting area such as a lobby or front office desk and greet visitors, patients, or clients.

 

And finally here are the final 10:

  1. Saxophonist: is a musician who plays the saxophone.

2.Vacationist: is a person taking a vacation, especially someone who is a tourist, sightseer, or traveler.

3.Urbanologist: is a person who specializes in the problems of cities and urban life.

4.Mineralogist: is a person who specializes and studies the process of mineral origin and formation, classification of minerals and their geographical distribution as well as their utilization.

5.Oceanologist: is a person who studies the sea in all its aspects, including oceanography, geophysical phenomena, undersea exploration, economic and military uses of the sea.

6.Romanticist: a person who has a romantic view of life, one that does not take into consideration science, but rather through music, literature and the visual arts. It is someone who has a romantic attitude or style.

7.Adventurist: a person who looks for   adventure by taking trips, hiking, outdoor adventures, and takes some risks and a person who likes to experiment to make their world less boring.

8.Aeronomist: a person who studies the upper atmosphere, especially regions of ionized gas and realms of other planets, satellites, and comets.

9.Gastroenterologist: a person who is a physician who specializes in the diagnosis and treatment of disorders in the gastrointestinal tract, including the esophagus, stomach, small intestine, large intestine, pancreas, liver, and gallbladder.

10.Hypnotherapist: a person who induces hypnotic state in clients to increase motivation or alter behavior patterns for positive results through hypnosis.

Mrs. Noncooperationalist began to think about having to spend $3,031.00 if all of the students won the contest. She would make sure everyone would win if they put the time into the project. She told the students that if you worked at a job and made the minimum wage, which is $8.00 an hour, you would have to work 12.4 hours to make the amount of money which is the prize for this contest. She told them that if they were willing to make this a job, they would win. Instead of running away from her “ist” words promise, she was going to add 10 more words as extra credit words to make her feel better about spending the $3,031.00. All of the students started to groan. She said, “Take it or leave it. But if you take it be prepared to study. It will take some time, and “time is money” where I come from,” she said.

EXTRA CREDIT:

  1. Educationalist: a specialist in the

theory of education

  1. Hematologist: a medical specialist who study diseases and disorders of the blood and blood-forming tissues, such as bone marrow and the spleen.
  2. Ethnomethodologist: a person who uses this method for understanding the social orders people use to make sense of the world through analyzing their accounts and descriptions of their day-to-day experiences.
  3. Musicologist: a person who knows the historical and scientific studies of music and a person who is a constant student of musicology.
  4. Geochronologist: a person who studies geology that describes the past in terms of geologic (history of earth’s time and earth’s history) rather than human time.
  5. Neuropharmacologist: a person who is concerned with drug-induced changes in the functioning cells in the nervous system.
  6. Watercolorist: a painter who paints with watercolors.
  7. Surrealist: an artist who is a member of the movement called surrealism, which began, in the early 1920’s.
  8. Acupuncturist: a person who is qualified or professionally engaged in the practice of acupuncture.
  9. Numerologist: a person who believes

in traditions and in a mystical

relationship between numbers,

physical objects and living things.

You know the ending to this story already.

 

 

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