One Sunday morning, Nora informed me that she didn’t know how to do my teaching work or my reading work but that she could absolutely manage to do my meeting work, “because that’s just people talking to each other.” So she arranged a meeting and, at the meeting, enlisted my help giving her the letters needed to spell the words on her agenda. Here is a scan of that agenda.

She wanted to (1) go to the butterfly garden, ideally with her friends Ursula and Zoey, (2) transplant her sunflower sprout from the cup in the kitchen window to a new pot on the patio, (3) she really wanted to go to a playground that day and (4) her easel was running low on paper. As is usually the case for me, I was the only one who left the meeting with any action items.