51 hours, but who's counting?

Thanks to the go-getterness of my bossman, Evan Cooper and Northern Valley taxpayers, Demarest room B105 will be getting a much deserved face lift and tummy tuck over the summer break. I've got to hand it to the original construction team, as the room's gone 57 years without such a re-vamp and, though a little (ok, a lot) worn for wear, it's been a poorly ventilated, yet adequate spot to teach in these last 5 years.

Thus, with 57 years under its belt -and counters- I've been commited to a massive campaign of packing or tossing the whole kit and caboodle. Some questions I've asked myself over the past week: "So, what does one do with 25 eggbeaters?" and "Does having 16 nut choppers make one a nut job?" Save for playing a round of 'Guess -How- Old -the -Flour- in -the -Sifter- is' with the kids, I've made it my mission to make the room into a lean, mean, cooking machine.

Now that I'm 98% done with the packing and 50 +hours away from a long plane ride I've had some time to photograph Northern Valley Demarest in all its splendor. Here's my favorite image taken today,

Dr. J in the Garden