Last class of the semester is in the books. Students have built websites. They’ll show them off in their final exams last week. So today was class and meetings and meetings about class and then discussing class and having class. After which some students stayed longer — because they are conscientious.
Many of these websites look very good.
I’m also recycling newspapers. Thankless job, that, but I do it for the earth. And also to get the extra copies out of my office, where it just sits there as potential kindling.
The best way to remove the old newsprint is to load it into a garbage can with wheels and roll it down the hall, down a flight out of stairs, down another hall, down a few more stairs and then across the parking lot to the giant green recycling bin.
On that first flight of stairs today the garbage can got away from me. Pulling the can from below, the weight shifted. My grip quickly shifted from above my head to below my waist. Thus, a wrenching of the shoulders ensued. To add insult to wrench-ury, I lost my grip on one of the handles, which flung the stuffed-to-overflowing can into the rest of my body. Having then eaten the garbage can in a most insulting way it then managed to land on my forearm, where I now have an owie.
Left work for the mall. Picked up $25 worth of Mother’s Day cards. My mother, my mother-in-law and four grandmothers. That’s a lot of great ladies. (Also, Hallmark, you’re welcome. I’ll be expecting my dividend check any day now.)
Dropped one of those cards in the mail — I’ll get to deliver the rest in person — and then headed home. My in-laws flew in tonight for the weekend. They are sweet, wonderful people. And they were patiently waiting on me to get home for dinner.
I was 15 minutes late. I’m blaming the guy at the card store with no concept of sharing an aisle or the personal space of others. His cards were great. A nice line formed behind him on the Mother’s Day aisle as he re-inspected each one of his cards. His mother being more important then the rest of ours, he had no problem shouldering us out of the way to get the perfect card. I’m sure she’s very proud of her son.
Anyway. We had steak at Logan’s. Wendy, who managed to get a night off from her job, joined us. We ate, laughed, told jokes, told stories on The Yankee and then went home where we basically did more of the same.
And that was the day. Not a bad one. How was yours?
Tomorrow: Two more meetings and Tuscaloosa.
