Lazy Sunday

We drove to Streator last night for its annual fireworks display. It was a really good show and surprisingly easy to get into and out of. We went with friends from church and just had a really lovely evening. We met for desserts and talk at 6:30 and then headed out for the show around eight thirty.

Parker was very patient through the whole thing and watched most of the show. Here and there she was more interested in the people around us than in the sparking showers in the sky. But for a ten month old, to sit through most of a loud, bright fireworks show without so much as a real squawk is pretty good.

Needless to say, church came awful early this morning. The bed felt awful good. Nevertheless, we got up and attended anyway.

As I write this, Suzanne is napping and the rest of us (including Parker who is trying to help me type) are watching The Other Side of Heaven. It's warm outside and this is an excellent day to stay near the A/C and do next to nothing.

How Cool Is This?

As an Idahoan and a recovering poet, I loved today's Writer's Almanac poem:



In Praise of the Potato

Potato, sojourner north, first sprung
from the flanks of volcanoes, plainspoken kin

to bright chili and deadly nightshade,
sleek eggplant and hairy tobacco,

we could live on you alone if we had to,
and scorched-earth marauders never bothered you much.

I love you because your body's a stem,
your eyes sprout, and you're not in the Bible,

and if we did not eat your strength,
you'd drive it up, into a flower.


David Williams



I mean, really, there simply aren't enough poems about root vegetables these days. Long live the potato.

It's Getting Worse

Today I asked the roll-call question, "Who do people tell you that you look like?" It's a fave question of mine and I enjoy seeing the connection when people say, "My mom tells me I look like Taylor Swift" or "All my buddies call me Sandler 'cause I look like Adam Sandler."

I never ask a question that I'm not willing to answer myself so today I mentioned that many of my students had said I look like a certain movie actor. Wondering if they'd all say the same thing the last couple of semester's worth of students had said, I asked my class today to guess who I'm often compared to.

Some of you may remember me writing with chagrin that students have been comparing me to the chubby and often stoned Seth Rogan.

Well, after today, I'd pay good money to be mistaken for Seth Rogan. Why? Here are two hints:




Yeah, that's right. Drew Carey and Vern, the dumb fat kid from Stand By Me. This morning was not a good time for my self esteem. I guess if I don't want the answers my students are going to give, I need to not ask the question.

I Have Never

Watched an episode of The Real Housewives of _______.

Eaten an oyster.

Been in a fist fight.

Had an alcoholic drink.

Traveled overseas.

Snowboarded.

Hitchhiked.

Smoked.

Seen a ghost.

Published a book.

Eaten a snail.

Had a son.

Won a wrestling match.

Run any race more than a few hundred meters.




Obviously, some of these things need to change, some do not.

Hee Hee

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