7:15 am, and we’re up and writing when the phone rings, and lo! OSG has been ousted from the building where she works due to ‘smoke in the premises.’
She asked if she could come sleep on the couch. Yep. She drove over (rather than drive back to her own town, another 20 miles) and collapsed on the couch with coverlet and pillow. Her office, meanwhile, had made the local news: turned out to be no more than a couple of batteries in the, yes, security and fire detection system that had burned up. Nice. At least it reported them, I take it.
So we had breakfast, OSG slept, and managed to lose yet one more earring—she must have lost half a dozen on our premises, and we never find them! Gotta figure it’s tunneling electrons sending them to Sirius.
Ice was great today: I managed finally to smooth out my 3-turns, which had suffered greatly from the wobblies, and got them to be silky-easy again, thank goodness, while Jane, that precocious rascal, managed her mohawk (forward foot to backward foot hop-let that looks really neat, like one of those click-ball desk toys) which I can’t do; and her inside 3-turn off the wall, at least a bit, which I can’t do either. I’m going to have to get to work.
Back again and trying to get back to work when I get an enigmatic message from my domain registry, which meant I had to check that out and do a password change just to be sure. And all in all, it’s been one of those days, which came down to an entire cannister of Salmon Fish Spice showering all over the kitchen. Sometimes it just seems to be an odd day.
It sounds like the earring black hole in your couch is wreaking havoc in other places in your home. I hope you track it down.
The Sci. channel has a very nice Dr. David Kaku
who explained how it had been proven that electrons can be in two places at once. Something
about a hole(or maybe 2 holes)in card board split
ting the spectrum of light from a prism. So if it is electrons to blame there ought to be a version
of each earring somewhere in the house. He didn’t mention if they would be visible to our limited
sight.
Is that Dr. Kaku from New York University? I’ve seen him on other programs, talking about physics, dark matter, dark energy, the universe in general, and there was a series on the world of 50 years from now.
Michio Kaku, I think. A fun doctor-gentleman who likes science fiction.
Thanks, CJ, I was desperately trying to remember his name, all I could remember was that it began with an “M”. Domo arigato gozaimashite. 😉
Dou itashi mashite…hmmm…Carolyn needs one of my little bowing kitties. Ah, well.
You are absolutely right,I’m terrible about first names. The “David” is another brilliant Dr. last name of Suzuki,I think. I love watching both of them,but it’s been years since I saw “David”. Dr. Kaku is lots of fun and very,very good at teaching I would think.
Speaking of teaching,my friend here has a grand son(6yrs.) who just moved to Denver,he is very,
very bright and it has been his joy in the past
to write stories and poetry. He called my friend
while she was here,sobbing because his new school teacher told him to quit writing because
he is too young!! This is a gifted child in the
hands of a moron! And we wonder whats wrong with
education in this country.
I had the same experience. I was writing cursive very nicely, thank you, at the same age. I also printed fairly handsomely. But my second grade teacher forbade me to do it, and insisted on printing. This same gem of the magisterial profession used to walk about the class with a yardstick and bring it down on the chairback, or back, of anybody working too slowly on her assignments. Tell the lad that’s all right: he’ll doubtless grow up to write science fiction.
Hah! Then, there was my on-going battle with my first (and second) grade teachers over which way to turn my paper. I’m a lefty, thank you very much, and if I turn my paper the OTHER way, I get a lovely…proper… slant WITHOUT dragging my hand across what I’ve written…or contorting myself. But did the teachers care about that? Noooo. The rule said to slant the paper to the …left? I guess…anyway, the rule said, therefore, come hell or high water…or common sense…my paper had to slant to the left. I’d tip it right. She (both she’s) would come along and grab my paper out from under my pencil and tip it the other way and as soon as her back was turned, I’d put it back to the right. Heh heh heh.
I did get pretty good at writing upside down. 😀
Umm,I’m not making nasty about all teachers,My dad was a teacher and I had a few memorable teachers that I still remember fondly even though they were also the “Feared Dragons” of my schools. I didn’t learn much at all from the “easy” ones. Also my best friend of thirty years is a “bush” teacher in Alaska,where she battles the highest suicide among teens in the world and fetal alcohol syndrome(4th and 5th generations of it),and she delights in every milestone her kids make.
😆 I spent my years in the classroom: I taught for 7 years before I went over to fulltime writing.
There are some phenomenal teachers out there. My mom was one. My sis is, too. I just somehow managed to find a whole slew of bad ones. The only one I’d call outstandingly great was Grover Krantz, my physical anthopology prof in college. He was amazing and one of the few who encouraged independent analysis of the facts we dealt with.
“…managed to lose yet one more earring—she must have lost half a dozen on our premises…”
You have pet cats, fish, plants, a troll–sounds like you need a pet raven. 😀
“You have pet cats, fish, plants, a troll–sounds like you need a pet raven.”
Nevermore!
@Azureblu, I’d be asking my offspring why she allows the teacher to stifle your offspring’s offspring’s talent for writing. I’d also ask why she didn’t go down to the school and stand in front of said teacher and give him/her what-for.
Creativity is the sign of an active mind. If you take away that outlet, then everything around that person is boring. Oh, you can’t be too far ahead of the class, everyone has to stay on the same page, sit in the same classroom, wear the same clothes, think the same thoughts…..pfui! Even my Catholic education for 12 years didn’t stifle me like that.
@Azureblu…..Yell! Complain! Write letters! If necessary cause public humiliation! No person has the right to stifle another’s creativity!
Creativity teaches us how to ‘think outside the box’ (HATE that expression 🙁 )……which may be the most useful ability have in coping with the future. (Dismounting slooooowly from hobby horse.)
There is an old Sylvia cartoon of one of her cats explaining how he hides just one of her favorite earrings……pushing it into some small dark place no one ever finds….are there kitty black holes? 😉
Kitty black holes? Ohhhhh, yeah…. Anything I can’t find? first thing I do is look around and under any surface Efanor can reach…which are most in the house. He’s…large. And loves batting things onto the floor. Then, frequently, he’ll pick them up and take them…elsewhere.
Grandmom,Linda,told him to ignore what the teacher
said and went on to encourage him(as she has for
all his life),listening to his latest story. She
gave orders to his dad(her son)to have a talk with
the teacher. If it had been here in Missoula I’d
not have bet on the teacher keeping her job! Too
bad Linda is here and he is in Denver!
I too had a convent education,I must say that I
learned more from those nuns than my counterparts
in public school,as I discovered in high school!
I bet there’s an earring “cat stash”!
I wonder if Efanor has been watching too many Cash For Gold commercials and is amassing a small fortune to buy more Cosmic Catnip? (“Who says I have an addiction?”) Or maybe that special toy he’s been wanting< or a special dinner? I can't figure out my own cats, so why am I trying to figure out a cat that's clear across the country? I must be going crazy…of course, being snowed in does that to you. I wanted so badly to be able to buy 100 acres of land in Montana (in the mountains), build a nice warm house there, and have the walls lined (insulated?) by my books.
Hurray for Grandmum, and I hope her son does go see the teacher. I remember the days of getting chucked under the chin by the vice-principal's teacher's guide in front of my entire class, being told I was lazy (I still am), smacked across the back with another teacher's guide. While Sister John Clare was trying to compliment me in a backhanded way, I wouldn't stand for that nowadays, especially if it were my child. I think that a lot of ADD problems could be solved if the child was challenged. I found school to be boring at times, since they had to gear it toward a cross-section of personalities, abilities, etc. Do away with the Ritalin and the Thorazine, give them something they like to do in between the boring things that they have to do.
BTW, I’m left handed, and none of my teachers ever tried to make me into a right hander, and I don’t remember if they made me turn my paper to the right. The most vivid thing I remember was that we were not supposed to have a death grip on our pens and pencils, so that if the teacher came around and took our writing implement out of our hands, there should be very little opposing force in holing it in place.