Just a Monday. With Snow.

[copied from dland]

No, it didn't snow again, but there is snow everywhere. It will allegedly be gone by the end of the week, according to the nice weather lady on channel 4. I imagine that the streets will be running wet the next few days as it melts. There is just a lot of snow. Generally, if I am home before K, as I am on most Mondays, I park in the driveway first and in the morning I just pull out around her (we have a long one-car wide driveway), but I can't in the snow, so I'm parked on the street and will have to move my car when she gets home from class. I'd rather do that than have to jockey both cars around in the morning in the dark.

I found a variety of podcasts on language and history, and downloaded a bunch of them, which should keep me busy for awhile. As I walked this morning, I listened to several brief casts about the origins of different words, which was enjoyable. I guess I'll vary what I listen to from time to time, but so far, so good.

Call me a skeptic, but what hasn't this guy confessed to recently? I think when he gets to taking the rap for the Lindbergh baby, it's time to stop believing him. Is our administration really so stupid that they believe everything he feeds them? Oh ... wait ....

In other news, and it's a minor complaint, all things considered, I want people to stop asking the SCM questions or making conversation with him in any way. His thing today was The Shoveling! And The Ice! As if no one else had snow to shovel or ice to break up after the storm. My favorite part of the story -- and I heard it several times -- was how it was So Hard to do all that, that at one point he felt faint and had to drape himself over the hood of his car until he felt strong enough to get up and go on. Oh yes, by all means, share that story; it puts you in such a good light. Why would you even tell people that? Why not just say, It got to be too much for me so I went into the house and baked cookies while my wife finished the shoveling. (Which she did, btw. She likes it, and thinks it's good exercise. Which is why she won't let him buy a snow-blower.) Really, he annoys me less now that there's a whole library between us most of the time (in the old one our desks were about six feet apart), but often he is just too strange.

I was also telling Media Girl today about the unit I'm starting tomorrow, which is the one I mentioned a few weeks ago, where the kids write their autobiographies as websites or powerpoint presentations, and must include links to historical events that they are connected to. I start each class off with the story of how I was playing dodgeball when I heard that President Kennedy had been shot, and I do this while bouncing a ball (because it adds a visual element to the story, as they will need to do.) I was telling her about it because she asked me why I had a gym-ball on the shelf behind my desk. Which prompted the SCM to tell us every painstaking detail of his day that same day: where he was, why, how he didn't get along with his father (part of nearly every story, actually), what he did later that day, what he did for the rest of that weekend. Oh.My. Way to kill a moment. Any moment. Well, I have five classes tomorrow, so I guess I won't be seeing that much of him.

K just came home, so I moved my car, and then the MIL called to see if our cats were okay, given the cat-food scare going on. Except for the pooping and the puking, which is normal for them, they're fine. (They don't eat the affected food.) It's been a big day for cat effluvia; I'm only glad it was the Hubs who found the first offering when he got up at 4 am.

And now Dancing With the Stars is on, which I've only seen in bits and pieces before, but there's nothing else on. I have no interest in seeing Heather Mills, whom my sister described as "The Incubus"; as K pointed out, every Baby Boomer hates her because she messed with our eternal imaginary boyfriend. Heh.

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