And I didn't do any sort of double-take, because, in my mind, "I just removed the gelatin-encrusted duct tape from one of my ladies" is a perfectly cromulent thing to say. I mean, it sounds like the aftermath of something fun, but perfectly normal and expected.
You know, strangely enough this entry didn't make me think twice. This probably says more about my familiarity with gelatin and lack of familiarity with perl than I'd like ;)
(And you should be nicer to your ladies. Duct tape! Pah.)
But I didn't - there wasn't - Ok, you're right, I should have stuck to, er, continued to use, the silk to bind them with, but it doesn't interact with gelatin so well.
Alright, what happens when you mix duct tape and gelatin? And how did you get the duct tape off the ladle? Gelatin is pretty easy to get off a naked ladle, but duct tape leaves residue.
Cleaned the dining room, unloaded the dishwasher, tidied the office, considered vacuuming but decided against it (what with it being 6:30 and all), swept for a while instead, made my bed, fed the cats, showered, and took out a couple loads of garbage.
Drank a cuppa Earl Grey (with milk) with my Lady, then ambled home to log in. On the way home I figured out a better metaphor than "many rooms in a mansion" for the way some styles of memory function, and I'm thinking about how to put that in verse (or paint). In the meantime, in theory, I've begun my day of working remotely.
Cuddled poor sick daughter (allergies have given her chronic cough). Gave her cough syrup, cleaned up the spit-out syrup, gave her fresh. Made a protein smoothie for her for breakfast, because her throat hurt.
Started laundry. Folded previous two loads. Hung up the shirts and pants. Showered. Got dressed. Got Anna dressed, teeth and hair brushed.
Ate breakfast. Made her lunch. Made my lunch. Packed her things for school. Cleaned up my room. Washed dishes, emptied dishwasher. Checked email.
Packed up her immensely fragile homework. Took her and it to school, delivered homework to the classroom. Got in the car to go to work. 8:15 AM.
Not much. Bet that ladle of yours is really clean...
Listen (as it were), it's not a question of accomplishment, it's a question of weirdness. I never claimed that cleaning a ladle was any great feat - that'd be idiotic. It just felt like a weird thing to be doing, so I wondered how my friends were spending their mornings.
- Practiced my Japanese (I'm on Pimmsleur tape #8) - Ate nasty school lunchroom breakfast sandwhich - flirted with the 70 year old lunch lady (political note: it is always good to be allies with the lunch ladies) - Taught 4 classes - Proctored 3 makeup quizzes - Met with two students for extra help - Handed out prizes for the all-school poetry contest - Wrote a study guide - Wrote a quiz - Fixed a colleague's computer - Graded and entered two sets of quizzes - Printed out progress reports, which I susequently left in the printer so I couldn't hand them out. Sent a student for them later in the day; student returned having been told students are not allowed to take progress reports from the printer. - Signed a birthday card for the department secretary - Made a cashew butter and apricot jelly sandwhich, and ate it - Had my union president call me "toby" for the ninth time - it's getting annoying - Debated with a student about Shakespeare's daughter's lineage - Rewrote a portion of the script for the upcoming faculty show so I don't wind up saying "suck" on stage in front of the entire student and parent body - Rescheduled my writing group
And this was all before 11:55 AM.
Welcome to high school teaching.
On the downside, I go to bed each night before 10. :(
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Date: 2006-04-26 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 12:46 pm (UTC)(Where's that squeegee...)
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Date: 2006-04-26 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 02:38 pm (UTC)And I didn't do any sort of double-take, because, in my mind, "I just removed the gelatin-encrusted duct tape from one of my ladies" is a perfectly cromulent thing to say. I mean, it sounds like the aftermath of something fun, but perfectly normal and expected.
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Date: 2006-04-26 05:01 pm (UTC)Gelatin?!
I'm not sure if I want to ask you for instruction or run away.
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Date: 2006-04-26 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 01:16 pm (UTC)(And you should be nicer to your ladies. Duct tape! Pah.)
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Date: 2006-04-26 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 01:50 pm (UTC)Incipit house guests give me insomnia. Bah.
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Date: 2006-04-26 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 02:05 pm (UTC)Cuddled poor sick daughter (allergies have given her chronic cough). Gave her cough syrup, cleaned up the spit-out syrup, gave her fresh. Made a protein smoothie for her for breakfast, because her throat hurt.
Started laundry. Folded previous two loads. Hung up the shirts and pants. Showered. Got dressed. Got Anna dressed, teeth and hair brushed.
Ate breakfast. Made her lunch. Made my lunch. Packed her things for school. Cleaned up my room. Washed dishes, emptied dishwasher. Checked email.
Packed up her immensely fragile homework. Took her and it to school, delivered homework to the classroom. Got in the car to go to work. 8:15 AM.
Not much. Bet that ladle of yours is really clean...
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Date: 2006-04-26 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 02:18 pm (UTC)Whereas, a busy morning getting a child ready for school - is just another day.
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Date: 2006-04-26 02:25 pm (UTC)To you, yes; I continue to be impressed by how much work you put in each day, and it makes me reflect on how large a decision having children is.
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Date: 2006-04-26 02:33 pm (UTC)Honestly? It's not a big deal. And the joy is so very massive.
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Date: 2006-04-26 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 09:24 pm (UTC)- Practiced my Japanese (I'm on Pimmsleur tape #8)
- Ate nasty school lunchroom breakfast sandwhich - flirted with the 70 year old lunch lady (political note: it is always good to be allies with the lunch ladies)
- Taught 4 classes
- Proctored 3 makeup quizzes
- Met with two students for extra help
- Handed out prizes for the all-school poetry contest
- Wrote a study guide
- Wrote a quiz
- Fixed a colleague's computer
- Graded and entered two sets of quizzes
- Printed out progress reports, which I susequently left in the printer so I couldn't hand them out. Sent a student for them later in the day; student returned having been told students are not allowed to take progress reports from the printer.
- Signed a birthday card for the department secretary
- Made a cashew butter and apricot jelly sandwhich, and ate it
- Had my union president call me "toby" for the ninth time - it's getting annoying
- Debated with a student about Shakespeare's daughter's lineage
- Rewrote a portion of the script for the upcoming faculty show so I don't wind up saying "suck" on stage in front of the entire student and parent body
- Rescheduled my writing group
And this was all before 11:55 AM.
Welcome to high school teaching.
On the downside, I go to bed each night before 10. :(
- SW
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Date: 2006-04-26 11:32 pm (UTC)