Getting Better All the Time
I'm sitting here at my desk at work with my jacket and gloves on. It's actually colder here than it is at home, where there's no heat at all. What's wrong with this picture?
Why, why, must I keep coming to this place every day? I was just informed that the library will be closed all morning on Wednesday and Friday so they can give make-up standardized tests here. We're already closed all day Thursday fore the debate tournament. When do we get to be a library?
Enough of that shit, that's what I go to a therapist for. And you know, it's hard to type with gloves on.
Later, still in school.
You know, this morning, I seriously thought I might get through the entire day without smiling once. Sick of being here, tired of dealing with the heat/no heat hassles, all that. The home heating people called me while I was at lunch, and I had to dash home to make sure that they were in, set up, etc., I had to leave a check for them which I didn't know before, but K is there and will fill it in and all will be well. And then I came back to school.
Just sitting here. And I looked up, and a face from the past walked in.
I smiled.
Fred retired maybe fifteen years ago, but he was very much a part of the fabric of this school for a long, long time. I knew him first as a teacher when I was a student, although I was never in one of his classes. Around the time I came back here to work, he became an administrator, and somewhere else along the line, he became a friend. I'm not in touch with him now, but the Chum is, so I hear reports of how he's doing, but it was just wonderful to see him in person. He's nearly 80, I think, and still as good looking as he always was. Still has Paul Newman eyes, still twinkling. He's a wonder. And seeing him and hugging him really brought me back to when I liked being here, when things in the school seemed to make more sense. (Partly because he made them make sense.) Hey, turned out to be a smiley day after all.
I hope to be going home to a heated house, but I'll update that just before I post.
.... and yes, the heat is on. The house is still warming up, but it's on, it works. I love modern technology.
WATCHING FRIENDS :: ENTRY #1932
READING: How to Be Good by Nick Hornby
Yay for heat! If I were you, I would go home and take a hot shower, put on my jammies and make a cup of hot cocoa. Dinner? Let them wait on you!!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful that you got to see an old acquaintance! The description of his twinkling, Paul Newman eyes was really neat -- I immediately conjured up an image on a distinguished looking gent with a mischievous glint in his eye. YAY for heat!! I hope you have no more issues with it the rest of the winter. And what a frigid day to be without it! Brrr!
ReplyDeleteAh, the wonders of technology! Many years ago, I told a vice president that I could dress warmly and convince myself that I wasn't cold, but that I couldn't convince the typewriter and copier to work below 65 degrees.
ReplyDeleteDo you keep a thermometer in the library? Maybe you should close up once in a while, with a sign saying "Too cold to be safe for students."