Check out this Eagle cam...if you have a high-speed internet connection. (thanks Julie!)
http://www.wvec.com/cams/eagle.html
Mom and Dad arrived yesterday and will stay for the next two weeks at the local state park. We had a nice meal last night of cornish game hens, green beans and tomatoes (a Giada deLaurentiis recipe), and wild rice with cranberries and almonds. Topped it all off with chocolate chip cookies.
Everyone was dragged out from a busy day, so they pretty much left right after giving the dog a bath. I teased Mom about us just being a dog-washing depot for them. They give that dog a bath first thing every time they get here.
Mensa Boy and Taylor painted Taylor's room yesterday. It's a very shocking blue. Kind of a post-it note blue, actually. Today they will do a second coat and then they've been talking about going on a hike.
Mom and I need to find something for me to wear. I have no spring/summer clothes that fit. So I should get started and Easter seems like a logical time.
OH YEAH...AND! How much screwier is "American Idol" going to get? Gina Glocksen is gone now?
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
Concern/Unconcern
A new medication I'm taking lists "lack of concern" as a potential side effect.
Apparently a "lack of concern" is considered to be a more serious side effect, because you are supposed to contact your doctor immediately if you are experiencing it.
hmmmmm
[Do I need to spell out my snarky comment on that? Or Kristen, would you like to?]
Apparently a "lack of concern" is considered to be a more serious side effect, because you are supposed to contact your doctor immediately if you are experiencing it.
hmmmmm
[Do I need to spell out my snarky comment on that? Or Kristen, would you like to?]
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Gotta Look Good
Here is Mensa Boy, "getting ready to mow the lawn."
It was 1:30 in the afternoon.
Amazing what you can come up with to do when you should be mowing the lawn...
It was 1:30 in the afternoon.
Amazing what you can come up with to do when you should be mowing the lawn...
Friday, March 30, 2007
Something for Everyone, it Seems
Last night I was lying on my bed, reading a book, drinking water. I asked Taylor if he would kindly get me a straw.
He came back a few minutes later, poked a nice little red-and-white number into my cup and chuckled.
"Thank you. What?" I asked.
"The box of straws says 'Sanitary, disposable and FUN.'" He said.
He came back a few minutes later, poked a nice little red-and-white number into my cup and chuckled.
"Thank you. What?" I asked.
"The box of straws says 'Sanitary, disposable and FUN.'" He said.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
A Rare Personal Account
I tend not to get too insanely personal on my blog, but here you go.
Today was a no good, very bad day. Up to a point.
I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for 9:15 a.m.
At least, I had on my calendar that the appointment was at that time. I planned for it for two weeks. I had my notes all written down, my list of prescriptions, and I was prepared to go in there and launch a full-scale assault on this thing I've lately been calling MenoMania.
I arrived at the clinic 10 minutes before the appointment time. When I checked in, I could see the receptionist was concerned.
They did not have my appointment in the system.
I stood there in stunned silence for a moment. I was afraid to speak. I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth.
"We'll figure out something," she said. "I'll find some time today when you can get in. What are you here for?"
When I told her I was there for menopause issues...well...you can imagine the expression on her face.
I held it all together long enough to hear their apologies and agree to come back at 2:30.
I went home and stayed there. Watching TV and staring at the walls. By around noon I started to feel a bit better.
I went back at 2:30 and locked my keys in the car in the clinic parking lot.
"How did the appointment go?" You may be asking.
Fine. He's a very very good doctor. Validated my feelings and suspicions, did some medication adjustments, and I came out of there feeling like I have a new plan.
And when I got out of the appointment, my keys were laying there on the counter. Thank you, dear Kristen, for driving half-way across town with Mensa Boy's keys to get mine out of my car.
As I was saying good-bye to the doctor, he said "By the way...locking your keys in the car? Classic menopause!"
Today was a no good, very bad day. Up to a point.
I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for 9:15 a.m.
At least, I had on my calendar that the appointment was at that time. I planned for it for two weeks. I had my notes all written down, my list of prescriptions, and I was prepared to go in there and launch a full-scale assault on this thing I've lately been calling MenoMania.
I arrived at the clinic 10 minutes before the appointment time. When I checked in, I could see the receptionist was concerned.
They did not have my appointment in the system.
I stood there in stunned silence for a moment. I was afraid to speak. I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth.
"We'll figure out something," she said. "I'll find some time today when you can get in. What are you here for?"
When I told her I was there for menopause issues...well...you can imagine the expression on her face.
I held it all together long enough to hear their apologies and agree to come back at 2:30.
I went home and stayed there. Watching TV and staring at the walls. By around noon I started to feel a bit better.
I went back at 2:30 and locked my keys in the car in the clinic parking lot.
"How did the appointment go?" You may be asking.
Fine. He's a very very good doctor. Validated my feelings and suspicions, did some medication adjustments, and I came out of there feeling like I have a new plan.
And when I got out of the appointment, my keys were laying there on the counter. Thank you, dear Kristen, for driving half-way across town with Mensa Boy's keys to get mine out of my car.
As I was saying good-bye to the doctor, he said "By the way...locking your keys in the car? Classic menopause!"
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Community Policing
We have a campus resource officer from the sheriff's department at our high school. He actually covers all three of the schools, but his primary office is at the high school.
Today I realized that the scope of his job is much more than handling assaults and traffic issues.
Today he was spray-painting the school rock.
He's covered one side of the rock with orange paint and then sprayed "buckle up" on it.
I didn't see him do the deed. I saw him walking away from it after he'd completed it. I stopped and said "Boy. I wish I'd gotten a photo of that for the paper."
He said he does that periodically, to cover up less-than-uplifting messages that get painted on there from time to time.
Today I realized that the scope of his job is much more than handling assaults and traffic issues.
Today he was spray-painting the school rock.
He's covered one side of the rock with orange paint and then sprayed "buckle up" on it.
I didn't see him do the deed. I saw him walking away from it after he'd completed it. I stopped and said "Boy. I wish I'd gotten a photo of that for the paper."
He said he does that periodically, to cover up less-than-uplifting messages that get painted on there from time to time.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Dumb Yankee
Every once in a while I say something that shows that I'm still not completely "with" this southern life.
The other day I said "I like it when the birds come back."
HUH?
The other day I said "I like it when the birds come back."
HUH?
Thursday, March 22, 2007
The Pizza Alarms
The smoke detectors in our house are kind of getting to be the bane of our existence.
There is one right around the corner from the stove and any little thing makes it go off. Browning chops, a big spill on the stove top. Even cleaning the oven.
And they are hard to get off. Once the first one detects smoke, all of them start in. That's 10 detectors going.
We used to be able to get them to shut off by waving a towel under the kitchen one and maybe opening a couple of windows. But now that doesn't seem to have much effect most of the time. I've had them going for up to 40 minutes.
And I cook to relax.
Now this morning at 5:45 a.m. the one in the office here is chirping. We change the batteries (they are hard-wired but have battery backups) twice a year, but we still end up with detectors chirping for low battery power. The sound echoes in the house so a lot of times you really have to work hard to figure out which one it is. One night we chased around in the middle of the night for some time looking for the chirper, only to discover it was a CO detector.
I can see why people disconnect them. It's a dumb thing to do but you are tortured less that way.
There is one right around the corner from the stove and any little thing makes it go off. Browning chops, a big spill on the stove top. Even cleaning the oven.
And they are hard to get off. Once the first one detects smoke, all of them start in. That's 10 detectors going.
We used to be able to get them to shut off by waving a towel under the kitchen one and maybe opening a couple of windows. But now that doesn't seem to have much effect most of the time. I've had them going for up to 40 minutes.
And I cook to relax.
Now this morning at 5:45 a.m. the one in the office here is chirping. We change the batteries (they are hard-wired but have battery backups) twice a year, but we still end up with detectors chirping for low battery power. The sound echoes in the house so a lot of times you really have to work hard to figure out which one it is. One night we chased around in the middle of the night for some time looking for the chirper, only to discover it was a CO detector.
I can see why people disconnect them. It's a dumb thing to do but you are tortured less that way.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
His Scary Sponsor
I mighta accidentally scared a typing student today.
Sort of on accident. I actually wanted to shake him up a bit.
Our middle school typing classes are doing a "Type for Life" service learning project. They set goals for increasing their words-per-minute scores by March 30. They gathered pledges for the American Cancer Society.
I wanted to sponsor my best friend's daughter, but she never asked me and today I found out she's already made her goal anyway.
So I was at the typing class this morning, listening to a breast cancer survivor tell the kids about her battle and about cancer in general and about the American Cancer Survivor. (I'm writing a story about their project)
At the end of the class, the speaker brought out purple rubber "4 the fight" bracelets. She asked who had made their goal. Gave them bracelets. Then she asked who had sponsors and were working toward their goals. Gave those kids bracelets.
A kid named Tyler was just sitting there. Tall, sharp-looking guy.
She asked him if he had even one sponsor. "No ma'am," he said.
"But you have a goal, right?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," he answered.
She gave him a bracelet.
I passed a note over to him. "I'll sponsor you for $20 if you make your goal." And I signed my name and put my email address on there.
After class he thanked me. I told him he'd better reach his goal or I'd dog him til he was dead.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
I saw him a few minutes later and he said "Y' know, I made my goal, but the teacher raised it on me."
"Well, good! Because I don't want to sponsor some slacker who sets their goals too low," I replied.
"No ma'am."
I could be the scariest sponsor for a charity he's ever had.
Sort of on accident. I actually wanted to shake him up a bit.
Our middle school typing classes are doing a "Type for Life" service learning project. They set goals for increasing their words-per-minute scores by March 30. They gathered pledges for the American Cancer Society.
I wanted to sponsor my best friend's daughter, but she never asked me and today I found out she's already made her goal anyway.
So I was at the typing class this morning, listening to a breast cancer survivor tell the kids about her battle and about cancer in general and about the American Cancer Survivor. (I'm writing a story about their project)
At the end of the class, the speaker brought out purple rubber "4 the fight" bracelets. She asked who had made their goal. Gave them bracelets. Then she asked who had sponsors and were working toward their goals. Gave those kids bracelets.
A kid named Tyler was just sitting there. Tall, sharp-looking guy.
She asked him if he had even one sponsor. "No ma'am," he said.
"But you have a goal, right?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," he answered.
She gave him a bracelet.
I passed a note over to him. "I'll sponsor you for $20 if you make your goal." And I signed my name and put my email address on there.
After class he thanked me. I told him he'd better reach his goal or I'd dog him til he was dead.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
I saw him a few minutes later and he said "Y' know, I made my goal, but the teacher raised it on me."
"Well, good! Because I don't want to sponsor some slacker who sets their goals too low," I replied.
"No ma'am."
I could be the scariest sponsor for a charity he's ever had.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Fiesta!
This is why I like to have Mensa Boy label boxes for me.
On Saturday my parents arrived and brought with them the two new placesettings I'd bought on my fiesta-buying junket to RedWing in February.
The addition of the new place settings necessitated the removal of two other settings.
It was not a hard choice to make. I'd moved the apricot and white dishes to the bottom of the stacks and told the kids that, when they set the table, I expect my place to NOT have the apricot. It just looked...vomitous.
On Saturday my parents arrived and brought with them the two new placesettings I'd bought on my fiesta-buying junket to RedWing in February.
The addition of the new place settings necessitated the removal of two other settings.
It was not a hard choice to make. I'd moved the apricot and white dishes to the bottom of the stacks and told the kids that, when they set the table, I expect my place to NOT have the apricot. It just looked...vomitous.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Voting for the Worst
Mensa Boy reminded me last night that there is a conspiracy underfoot with American Idol:
I don't know if they really work, but SOMETHING is keeping Sanjaya "milquetoast" Malakar alive on American Idol.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
My Preciousssssss
The story has to be what? Maybe 350 words? About a missing cat.
Yep. Page 3A of The Lancaster News has a story about a missing cat.
It "showed up missing," a phrase that never ceases to crack me up. Do I need to explain why?
I feel badly for the 90-year-old woman whose cat is missing, but I'm pretty skeptical that someone would enter the home and carry her away, as the owner asserts. "I think somebody opened the door, came in, put her in their jacket and walked away with her."
Huh.
There's no mention that the owner is missing anything else. No TVs, jewelry, crocheted toilet paper covers....just an orange tabby cat.
In other local news, I hear there is a group that wants to pay to paint the new Indian Land water tower. The water tower, which was a subject of much controversy when our school board decided to sell an acre of land right besmack in front of the main entrance to the school, will be set right on the corner of Doby Bridge and Highway 521. This group from Lancaster would like to offer to beautify the tower by paying to have it painted.
What would they paint on it, you ask?
Something to point visitors to Lancaster, of course. Something to encourage them to drive 20 miles south to shop at Wal-Mart and Eckerds in Lancaster rather than 7 miles north to Carolina Place Mall, Target, Barnes & Noble, Harris Teeter...I could go on.
But my readers are not stooopid...
Yep. Page 3A of The Lancaster News has a story about a missing cat.
It "showed up missing," a phrase that never ceases to crack me up. Do I need to explain why?
I feel badly for the 90-year-old woman whose cat is missing, but I'm pretty skeptical that someone would enter the home and carry her away, as the owner asserts. "I think somebody opened the door, came in, put her in their jacket and walked away with her."
Huh.
There's no mention that the owner is missing anything else. No TVs, jewelry, crocheted toilet paper covers....just an orange tabby cat.
In other local news, I hear there is a group that wants to pay to paint the new Indian Land water tower. The water tower, which was a subject of much controversy when our school board decided to sell an acre of land right besmack in front of the main entrance to the school, will be set right on the corner of Doby Bridge and Highway 521. This group from Lancaster would like to offer to beautify the tower by paying to have it painted.
What would they paint on it, you ask?
Something to point visitors to Lancaster, of course. Something to encourage them to drive 20 miles south to shop at Wal-Mart and Eckerds in Lancaster rather than 7 miles north to Carolina Place Mall, Target, Barnes & Noble, Harris Teeter...I could go on.
But my readers are not stooopid...
Monday, March 12, 2007
Rob & Amber
Well well well well well! "Rob and Amber, I'm sorry to tell you, you have been eliminated from the race."
The magic words were finally said to the couple we loved to hate.
Actually, if Rob weren't such a trash-talker, we probably wouldn't have hated them so much. They are actually a pretty nice couple. And poetry in motion when going through all the hurdles "Amazing Race" could throw at them.
Until "THE SPELLING ERROR."
To me it just proves that having good spelling habits is an important life skill.
At the end, Amber said "Well, if you're going to be eliminated, what better place than the end of the world?" (or something like that)
Would have been even funnier if she'd said "Well, it's not the end of the world. Oh. Wait. It is!"
(They ended at Isla Redonda, A.K.A. The End of the World, as it's on the southernmost tip of South America)
It's good that they are gone. Now the show can be more about the race and less about them. They pretty much overshadowed all the other competitors.
The magic words were finally said to the couple we loved to hate.
Actually, if Rob weren't such a trash-talker, we probably wouldn't have hated them so much. They are actually a pretty nice couple. And poetry in motion when going through all the hurdles "Amazing Race" could throw at them.
Until "THE SPELLING ERROR."
To me it just proves that having good spelling habits is an important life skill.
At the end, Amber said "Well, if you're going to be eliminated, what better place than the end of the world?" (or something like that)
Would have been even funnier if she'd said "Well, it's not the end of the world. Oh. Wait. It is!"
(They ended at Isla Redonda, A.K.A. The End of the World, as it's on the southernmost tip of South America)
It's good that they are gone. Now the show can be more about the race and less about them. They pretty much overshadowed all the other competitors.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Is America Just Stupid When It Comes to Music?
I just watched the results show from this week's "American Idol" and I all I can say is:
To keep Sanjaya and kick Sundance? And to keep Haley and bump Sabrina? What? Are all the text messengers on drugs? That was just simply insane!
I have to say I think Sundance made a terrible song choice last week, going to rock with his song by Pearl Jam. I think he's more a Sammy Kershaw kind of guy. He could have done "Tennessee Girl" or one of his older ones. Didn't they say near the beginning that Sundance's dad was a country dude? He completely stole the show last week with "Mustang Sally."
Sanjaya is sooooo boring that we have fast-forwarded past him every week. And Haley? Isn't she the one that Simon said he couldn't even remember her name? The only one that came close to being as dull as she was Antonella. At least America got that one right.
Although I think it was a travesty to choose Sabrina over Haley, I don't see Sabrina going too much further. She's just not that great.
But definitely better than Haley.
I'm delighted for Gina Glocksen. I had her pegged for a rocker the moment I first saw her. My suspicions were confirmed when the took the stage by storm last week.
I do love this show. I'll admit. But it's also frustrating as all get out. And it makes me worried for some of the truly great singers. They tend to get kicked before the very end.
"America? What were you thinkin'?"
To keep Sanjaya and kick Sundance? And to keep Haley and bump Sabrina? What? Are all the text messengers on drugs? That was just simply insane!
I have to say I think Sundance made a terrible song choice last week, going to rock with his song by Pearl Jam. I think he's more a Sammy Kershaw kind of guy. He could have done "Tennessee Girl" or one of his older ones. Didn't they say near the beginning that Sundance's dad was a country dude? He completely stole the show last week with "Mustang Sally."
Sanjaya is sooooo boring that we have fast-forwarded past him every week. And Haley? Isn't she the one that Simon said he couldn't even remember her name? The only one that came close to being as dull as she was Antonella. At least America got that one right.
Although I think it was a travesty to choose Sabrina over Haley, I don't see Sabrina going too much further. She's just not that great.
But definitely better than Haley.
I'm delighted for Gina Glocksen. I had her pegged for a rocker the moment I first saw her. My suspicions were confirmed when the took the stage by storm last week.
I do love this show. I'll admit. But it's also frustrating as all get out. And it makes me worried for some of the truly great singers. They tend to get kicked before the very end.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
A Respecter of Plungers
It began as an innocent conversation on the phone with my friend Sarah. We each were enumerating the errands we planned to run yesterday afternoon.
"Target," I said. "I have to go to Target. Prescriptions filled, Kleenex to buy..."
"Oh, Target!" she said. "I have to get there and buy a plunger."
"Well, you said you were just passing Home Depot. Why didn't you just stop in there?" I asked innocently.
"Because there is a certain plunger at Target that I want," she replied. And proceeded to describe it for me.
I began to laugh. Kind of snort, actually, I admit.
She paused.
"Most people do not have preferences when it comes to plungers," I ventured.
She exploded. "Oh. My. G*d! How could you not have a plunger preference?"
"Target," I said. "I have to go to Target. Prescriptions filled, Kleenex to buy..."
"Oh, Target!" she said. "I have to get there and buy a plunger."
"Well, you said you were just passing Home Depot. Why didn't you just stop in there?" I asked innocently.
"Because there is a certain plunger at Target that I want," she replied. And proceeded to describe it for me.
I began to laugh. Kind of snort, actually, I admit.
She paused.
"Most people do not have preferences when it comes to plungers," I ventured.
She exploded. "Oh. My. G*d! How could you not have a plunger preference?"
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
The Human Alphabet
This morning I got up and googled "human alphabet." I'm looking for letters that have been shaped by people. I'm not necessarily looking for real people. What I have in my mind's eye are drawings.
Colorful drawings of the alphabet where the letters are people.
I want to print out two particular letters to give to a friend of mine. I thought it would be cool.
I stumbled upon a wealth of information about people and alphabets. None of the sites I visited were what I was looking for, but one was a very interesting website about the history of artists using the human body to make letters of the alphabet. This particular site had naked people making the alphabet.
It was an interesting and...informative...way to start the day.
I'm still looking for an alphabet comprised of people.
Free, of course.
Colorful drawings of the alphabet where the letters are people.
I want to print out two particular letters to give to a friend of mine. I thought it would be cool.
I stumbled upon a wealth of information about people and alphabets. None of the sites I visited were what I was looking for, but one was a very interesting website about the history of artists using the human body to make letters of the alphabet. This particular site had naked people making the alphabet.
It was an interesting and...informative...way to start the day.
I'm still looking for an alphabet comprised of people.
Free, of course.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Self-taught Camera Games
This weekend I played with my new camera, a Nikon D40. My beloved Fuji FinePix quit a couple of weeks ago. Well, it didn't exactly QUIT...it developed (sorry...no pun intended) a tendency to not open its' lens all the way. This made my photos very short! So I took it to Best Buy and had them send it for repairs.
Estimate: $263.
YIKES! That's more than the camera would be worth to replace.
So, at my request, Mensa Boy commenced researching the next camera. It's just too much information for me to digest.
He recommended a Canon Sure Shot. We both wanted a Canon Digital Rebel, but felt it would just be too spendy...because I needed more zooming power.
But I wanted a digital SLR.
So, after he did all that research, and asked his band of freelance photogs what they suggested, I went out and got exactly what he didn't want me to get...a Nikon.
He was wistful in his disappointment. Which, of course, heaped burning coals of guilt on my head.
I?
Personally?
Love it!
The book that came with it is good, too. (Although after you've had a Fuji, pretty much any instruction book is going to be better.)
So I've been carrying it around since Thursday night, shooting photos with and without flash and on different settings, trying to learn some basic techniques to get me through the next few stories. My friend Jenny, also a writer/photographer, will go with me to take some camera classes this spring. That will be fun.
This photo of Taylor was taken in the "sports" mode. I consider it to be a great feather in my cap because the first attempt at this mode yielded a lot of blur. Apparently, you can't just set the thing to sport and expect it to capture motion well. That doesn't make sense to me. Anyway, Mensa Boy mentioned increasing the ISO sensitivity, so after I checked the book on that, I found that was the thing to do and learned how to do it. I set this one to 1600. This allowed the camera to continuously focus and "freeze motion" enough to capture it. In this photo, Taylor is doing this odd, burlesque-style shuffling thing he does with this feet and arms, sort of running in place and waving his arms.
Estimate: $263.
YIKES! That's more than the camera would be worth to replace.
So, at my request, Mensa Boy commenced researching the next camera. It's just too much information for me to digest.
He recommended a Canon Sure Shot. We both wanted a Canon Digital Rebel, but felt it would just be too spendy...because I needed more zooming power.
But I wanted a digital SLR.
So, after he did all that research, and asked his band of freelance photogs what they suggested, I went out and got exactly what he didn't want me to get...a Nikon.
He was wistful in his disappointment. Which, of course, heaped burning coals of guilt on my head.
I?
Personally?
Love it!
The book that came with it is good, too. (Although after you've had a Fuji, pretty much any instruction book is going to be better.)
So I've been carrying it around since Thursday night, shooting photos with and without flash and on different settings, trying to learn some basic techniques to get me through the next few stories. My friend Jenny, also a writer/photographer, will go with me to take some camera classes this spring. That will be fun.
This photo of Taylor was taken in the "sports" mode. I consider it to be a great feather in my cap because the first attempt at this mode yielded a lot of blur. Apparently, you can't just set the thing to sport and expect it to capture motion well. That doesn't make sense to me. Anyway, Mensa Boy mentioned increasing the ISO sensitivity, so after I checked the book on that, I found that was the thing to do and learned how to do it. I set this one to 1600. This allowed the camera to continuously focus and "freeze motion" enough to capture it. In this photo, Taylor is doing this odd, burlesque-style shuffling thing he does with this feet and arms, sort of running in place and waving his arms.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
A Story from Lis
I stepped across the lobby of the Hopkins Fine Arts Center on the night of Feb. 28 and stood in front of the Information Desk. The youngish (mid-20's) man behind the desk reluctantly interrupted his phone conversation.
"Yes?"
"I'm here for the writing class with The Loft."
He was impatiently confused. "A reading class?"
"Writing."
He was still confused. "Here?" He looked at his computer monitor. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure it's here."
"Are you sure it's not the Ellison Center?" [not sure if that's the name he said, but that's what I heard]
"Yeah."
I opened my padfolio and pulled out the course description and location I'd printed out earlier. "L-27 2, maybe? Is that a classroom?"
He was still puzzled. I handed him the sheet of paper.The course I am taking is on "Capturing Memory." It's about getting details to stay in your mind.
Here's a detail: It starts on March 14.
I don't even want to try to figure out how I made this mix-up. I took the paper back from the young gentleman, who was almost managing to keep a courteous tone (he's probably an actor), although his face said, "This may, indeed, be the dumbest person I've ever met."
"Well," I said, tucking the sheet back in the padfolio pocket, "I'll be back in two weeks then. Maybe I'll see you, if you're here."
"Oh, I'll be here," he said.
Darnit
"Yes?"
"I'm here for the writing class with The Loft."
He was impatiently confused. "A reading class?"
"Writing."
He was still confused. "Here?" He looked at his computer monitor. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure it's here."
"Are you sure it's not the Ellison Center?" [not sure if that's the name he said, but that's what I heard]
"Yeah."
I opened my padfolio and pulled out the course description and location I'd printed out earlier. "L-27 2, maybe? Is that a classroom?"
He was still puzzled. I handed him the sheet of paper.The course I am taking is on "Capturing Memory." It's about getting details to stay in your mind.
Here's a detail: It starts on March 14.
I don't even want to try to figure out how I made this mix-up. I took the paper back from the young gentleman, who was almost managing to keep a courteous tone (he's probably an actor), although his face said, "This may, indeed, be the dumbest person I've ever met."
"Well," I said, tucking the sheet back in the padfolio pocket, "I'll be back in two weeks then. Maybe I'll see you, if you're here."
"Oh, I'll be here," he said.
Darnit
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