Whooshing

This is a picture of a balloon flying over my house. I took it while standing on my porch on "Wisteria Lane" when I lived in Florida. The balloons would fly over in groups of four or five very early on weekend mornings. They would come over so low that you could hear hear the gas whooshing as they adjusted the flow. It just kind of fits with my last post.

JT and I were part of a training session at the Autism Center on Saturday. I used Power Point as part of the orientation and training. It is such an effective tool to use. Afterwards I was asked to forward the slides by email for distribution to those in attendance. Again, an efficient way to teach without killing trees.