Okay, Sit Down

It's not often that you'll hear me commend the ... um ... ahem ... Other Side, as it were, but here it comes. There are many differences, of course, between the Katrina situation in New Orleans and the fires currently raging in southern California, but whatever those differences are, the truth remains that the California situation is being handled much, much better than Katrina was for the simple reason that the government of California, lead by its Republican governor, prepared for such a thing to happen, and is handling it wonderfully. There, I said it. I won't take it back, either.

(Okay, just kidding about the partisan thing, but really, Schwarzenneger, who is not generally a fave of mine, is probably doing a better job than 95% of the country's governors would do. Gotta give credit where credit is due.)

Speaking of which, I was just about to send a donation over to the Red Cross, but I'm wondering if there's anyone better to give it to at just this moment? I don't know, the Red Cross seems to be doing a helluva job there, too. But I'll wait until the Hubs gets home anyway; during Katrina and the tsunami, any contribution we made through his business, they matched, so maybe they'll do that again.

Here in Ordinary World, it's hot, it's cold, it's raining, it's not. I can't even figure out where to set my thermostat anymore, but since the heating/a.c. people are coming to service the whole thing tomorrow after school, I'll let them figure it out.

In the ongoing saga of me feet, they were excellent today. Maybe I have this thing figured out. Crocs and ace bandages are apparently the way to go.

I was on hall duty again this morning during the testing, and I finished all the journals I hadn't read since school started, so now I have to think of something to do for the next two mornings. There is nobody whatsoever anywhere in the corridor I'm sitting in, so I don't even need to use headphones if I want to listen to something, but that means I have to bring in the little iPod speaker thingy. I had it on this morning while I finished my reading. (Which is actually book ordering, btw; my journals consist of nothing but book reviews, which is how we decide which books to buy for the library.)

I keep seeing commercials for this movie coming out on DVD called Meet the Robinsons, and there is one scene they keep showing -- it was in the commercial when the movie first came out, too -- that breaks me up each time I see it, so I guess I'll have to rent it and see if the whole thing is that good. Briefly, a little boy -- a cartoon -- is being chased into a kind of narrow alley by the bad guys, and the main bad guy calls out to his henchman something like Why aren't you getting him? And then you see that the henchman is a Tyrannosaurus Rex, who explains in a very garbled voice (because he doesn't have the mechanism to articulate clearly) "I have a big head. And little arms." So he can't reach the kid in the narrow alley, see? Okay, it cracks me up, and it cracked up my sister when I told her over the phone. You gotta see the commercial; then tell me if you think it's funny.

No other news today. K is in class and the Hubs is at a meeting in south Jersey, and will be home very late. So ... should I go run an errand, perhaps, hmmm? It's dark, and I don't go out much after dark. Maybe I'll be bold. And brave.

But put the wash in the dryer first.

WATCHING FRIENDS :: ENTRY #1612