Winter has invaded. We've had January temps and snow this week which has changed the landscape considerably. The snow is lovely. The cold, not so much. They are now predicting rain all week, so we'll probably lose all the snow before we get some more. I don't mind, a little break from the frigidity is find by me.
I haven't taken many pictures because the camera is much more unweildy when you're all bundled up and saddled with gloves. I'll try to do better with that this week.
The next couple of weeks are going to be hectic. Even though I was expressing gratitude for my employment regime earlier in the week, I am now faced with preparing all the final exams and writing evaluations for all the students. I think the evaluation is really important and I take my time and try to give the students detailed personalized feedback. But this takes time. And I hate things that take my time. Sigh. I wish I had the Samantha nose twitch and could jump ahead two weeks. Childish, I know.
Not to mention the Christmas cards. I've got 5 out of 40 done. I don't go crazy with the gift giving at Christmas, but I do like personal holiday wishes. I hope to finish those this week.
My mother left on a 17 day fishing trip out of San Diego yesterday. Her goal is to land a 300 pound tuna. This is her favorite annual fishing trip out to Hurricane Bank. (Somewhere way out there between Cabo San Lucas and Hawaii.) Yesterday, I called her on her cellphone at 5:30 in the morning while they were at the dock preparing to leave. I could see her on the webcam at the dock. She waved to me. Clever technology.
"How was your Thanksgiving, mom?"
" Oh, I spent it on the boat, here at the dock getting things ready. We had some turkey before bed."
"That sounds nice mom."
"And I slept! I went to bed at 9:30 and the next time I opened my eyes was 3:45. I haven't slept that long in months!"
"Uh, mom? What time do you usually get up?"
"Oh I wake up around 2:30-2:45. I get a lot done in the morning."
The conversation continued. I thought about how we all eventually turn into our parents. I thought about how I get up earlier now than ever before in my life. Best not to think about it.
Alright I've got work to do. Enjoy the day.
There's early and then there's early.
How did you see your mom on the webcam? Does she have a picture phone? Did you call her from the computer?
Turning into one's parents is scary.
My wife was complaining this morning before leaving for work about all the buttons on our new stereo.
"I'll never be able to figure out how to play a CD on it by myself!"
Now, understand...we just bought this stereo because, among other reasons...it has SIMPLE CONTROLS.
I teased her and told her she was getting like her mother.
She took it in stride, agreeing and laughing it off. Saying stuff like that doesn't upset her.
It's nice to see someone still sends out Christmas cards.
Since I get fewer and fewer every year, I was starting to think I was the only one left.
When I don't get one from someone for two years in a row, I assume they don't send them out anymore and quit sending them one for good.
It's still a very nice tradition.
Unlike paper cards in snail mail, e-cards show no warmth. The only time I use them is to send one to someone whom I don't know their mailing address or to share a funny one with someone.
Heh, my dad does the same thing when he's in NY. He goes out on fishing boats for the day and comes home with a mountain of fish. My mother has to clean it and then because of the excess my dad goes around the neighborhood in brooklyn offering fish to the neighbors.
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