News of the Day

Well, the news here is that one of us has actually, finally achieved a brand new car.

Okay, it isn't exactly brand new, but it's as good as. It's a 2008 with only 9000 miles on it and it was a dealer's car, it never had an actual owner before. So that counts. It is cute as a button. (K is actually going out now to look at it one more time before she settles in to do some schoolwork and go to bed.) Here it is:



I'm glad she's happy. I certainly hope it lasts through the weekend. (Just kidding. I mean, I'm not, but I am.)

Otherwise, school is just schooling along. It occurred to me today that I am going to retire someday (duh) and probably the same year as the SCM, so each of us had better write up a little manual of what we do. I started on it today, since it will take some time, plus I'll add and change as I go along. And then I realized that since the *pardon me* moron who's supposed to observe me this year forgot again yesterday, I can hand him this as evidence of what I do and something I've done. Not that he'll read it, because two years ago when I gave him all the documentation on how I supervised closing down the whole library, he took it as if I was putting poison in his hands and then asked if I could just make a list of two or three things I'd done that year. Whatever. I don't gots to do his job, too, on top of mine, y'know?

(Many years back, I'm guessing 22 or so, there was this toy that was heavily advertised on TV, a large piano keyboard that you put on the floor and "play" by dancing on it. It was the home version of the thing in the movie "Big." Anyway, the TV ad was accompanied by a very serious announcer's voice that intoned at the end: "If you've got feet, you can play ... " whatever it was called. And little two year old K heard this one day, and turned to me, both puzzled by the commercial and very sure of her own knowledge, and announced "Everybody gots feet." Just a little word history, there, folks.)

I had a most unsatisfying dinner at IHOP, ordinarily one of my favorite places since breakfast for dinner is one of my favorite meals, but the weirdest thing was that the coffee smelled funny. Now listen, doesn't coffee have a distinctive and wonderful aroma? This smelled like maybe they had used some sort of cleaning solvent instead of water, or like the cup had been taken out of musty storage after years and washed with some sort of industrial strength cleanser. Okay, everybody say EEEUUUUWWW. But I don't seem to be dead yet, and I think if I'd actually drunk poison I'd know by now, right? So I'm okay. I'm just saying. (Why did I drink the smelly coffee? I don't know, it was coffee, I ordered coffee, I drank it. I'm not claiming to be Einstein here.)

LOL, K just came in from the driveway giggling and smiling; she washed her windshield. Her old car had a hole in the windshield fluid tank, so she hasn't done that in a long time, and she was very excited. Ach, it's the little things, so they say.

(My tattoo, btw, is amusing people at school. Those of my general generation get it at once, the younger not as much. But they're all amused by it. Hey, I try.)

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