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Well, i made a complete fool of myself at the dinner table tonight. We were talking about last Christmas with our house guest, and i started crying at the thought of it. How DUH! is that? And i don't even know why. It certainly wasn't a sad time, it was a very special time, and i enjoyed every minute of it. What made me cry at the remembory?
i accidently let it slip while talking with Mother this morning that the dog was going into the kennel while i was back in Iowa this summer. She asked why. Foolish me, instead of lying, i said because Master is going to be in Iraq. And that led to the whole story about His new job. i had been putting off telling them back home because i didn't want them to worry. Mother was her tactless self, and said she wondered what i was going to do when He got killed. Not if, mind you, but when. Gee, thanks alot. Then she said she was speechless. Too bad that speechless thing couldn't have happened before the tactless thing. i'm sure that wasn't the end of the conversation. Not by a bloody longshot.
The semester is winding down. i had another confrontation with a student about late assignments. They just won't accept responsibility for their actions. But then probably neither do their parents. Enshall'ah is a cop out. If she could have her friend sign for her conference, why couldn't that same friend have handed in the assignment? Oh, well. What she doesn't know is that i am really a softy. She is going to get full marks for the assignment. They always do. But there has to be some incentive for them to get them in on time or i would be grading the very first assignment of the semester on the last day. The lowering of the mark on the returned paper is a reminder, but i never punish a person's work. She will get the mark she deserves in the grade book.
i have to start thinking about my what to bring back list. Single serving microwave popcorn is a 'must have.' Clothes that fit is another. Some good knitting yarn and patterns and needles. And i don't know what else. Oh, yes, the Matrix Hair care system.
We are having a sand storm, again. But at least it's not humid.
As i was running Max tonight a father and a carful of his small children followed us. And rode beside us. The kids were waving and barking in Arabic to Max. They used all three of their words of English to talk to me, and smiled great huge grins. The father gave Max and me the thumbs up. They were with me for almost 3km. How can one family's children be so nice and fun and kind, and another family's children be so hateful. i thought about the kids who spat at me last spring. Same neighborhood. Same me. The kids were different. i don't know what i am trying to say here. It's something profound, i think.
A bath and bed; i woke up at 4 this morning. i didn't get out of bed until 4;45, but i was awake listening to Master's breathing, and the dog's dreaming. Now i'm tired. Tomorrow at 10:30 officially begins my weekend. i suppose Master will have to go to UmQasr tomorrow. And even if He doesn't, the house guest will still be here. i guess i know what i won't be getting.
i accidently let it slip while talking with Mother this morning that the dog was going into the kennel while i was back in Iowa this summer. She asked why. Foolish me, instead of lying, i said because Master is going to be in Iraq. And that led to the whole story about His new job. i had been putting off telling them back home because i didn't want them to worry. Mother was her tactless self, and said she wondered what i was going to do when He got killed. Not if, mind you, but when. Gee, thanks alot. Then she said she was speechless. Too bad that speechless thing couldn't have happened before the tactless thing. i'm sure that wasn't the end of the conversation. Not by a bloody longshot.
The semester is winding down. i had another confrontation with a student about late assignments. They just won't accept responsibility for their actions. But then probably neither do their parents. Enshall'ah is a cop out. If she could have her friend sign for her conference, why couldn't that same friend have handed in the assignment? Oh, well. What she doesn't know is that i am really a softy. She is going to get full marks for the assignment. They always do. But there has to be some incentive for them to get them in on time or i would be grading the very first assignment of the semester on the last day. The lowering of the mark on the returned paper is a reminder, but i never punish a person's work. She will get the mark she deserves in the grade book.
i have to start thinking about my what to bring back list. Single serving microwave popcorn is a 'must have.' Clothes that fit is another. Some good knitting yarn and patterns and needles. And i don't know what else. Oh, yes, the Matrix Hair care system.
We are having a sand storm, again. But at least it's not humid.
As i was running Max tonight a father and a carful of his small children followed us. And rode beside us. The kids were waving and barking in Arabic to Max. They used all three of their words of English to talk to me, and smiled great huge grins. The father gave Max and me the thumbs up. They were with me for almost 3km. How can one family's children be so nice and fun and kind, and another family's children be so hateful. i thought about the kids who spat at me last spring. Same neighborhood. Same me. The kids were different. i don't know what i am trying to say here. It's something profound, i think.
A bath and bed; i woke up at 4 this morning. i didn't get out of bed until 4;45, but i was awake listening to Master's breathing, and the dog's dreaming. Now i'm tired. Tomorrow at 10:30 officially begins my weekend. i suppose Master will have to go to UmQasr tomorrow. And even if He doesn't, the house guest will still be here. i guess i know what i won't be getting.