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Apr. 7th, 2003 08:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinYesterday on the way home from work i saw a herd of nearly 150 camels near the airport. Master didn't come home that way, so He didn't see them. Today, on the way home, i saw the herd again. It must have doubled. It was amazing to see all the camels calmly grazing in the grass on airport ground. i wonder if the troops who are waiting to move out to iraq see them and get the thrill i do in seeing them.
We are having another sandstorm. Not a horrid one as in the recent past, but bad enough to make the air feel like a sandblast furnace. The sand in the desert was blowing so hard you could hear it hitting the car. Poor Max, his black nose now has several white spots on it from the sand blasting away his beautiful black hide on his nose.
Speaking of Max, the Running Dog of the Desert, he finally heard about the war and preparing a safe room. Having several days supply of food and water. Max has decided the kitchen is his safe room. He's storing his extra rations of food in the dishwasher, beginning with his rawhide chew bone. Dumb dog.
i am beginning to wonder if it is me who is the oddball or the other teachers i work with. i have to say there is not person i would actively seek out as a friend in the real world. Is it me? or is it Memorex?
i am anxiously waiting for Saturday to arrive. i am expecting a phone call from the mother of one of my students. i am going to talk to her about a writing project. As much as the anticipation of that i am looking forward to meeting a woman who does not work with me. Her daughter is very nice. i have met her husband, and he seems very nice also. i hope she is. i have several hopes riding on this. i hope she is open to the idea. i hope she turns out to be a good working partner. i hope she is open to having an infidel as a friend. i hope i like her. i guess that is the most important thing.
We are having another sandstorm. Not a horrid one as in the recent past, but bad enough to make the air feel like a sandblast furnace. The sand in the desert was blowing so hard you could hear it hitting the car. Poor Max, his black nose now has several white spots on it from the sand blasting away his beautiful black hide on his nose.
Speaking of Max, the Running Dog of the Desert, he finally heard about the war and preparing a safe room. Having several days supply of food and water. Max has decided the kitchen is his safe room. He's storing his extra rations of food in the dishwasher, beginning with his rawhide chew bone. Dumb dog.
i am beginning to wonder if it is me who is the oddball or the other teachers i work with. i have to say there is not person i would actively seek out as a friend in the real world. Is it me? or is it Memorex?
i am anxiously waiting for Saturday to arrive. i am expecting a phone call from the mother of one of my students. i am going to talk to her about a writing project. As much as the anticipation of that i am looking forward to meeting a woman who does not work with me. Her daughter is very nice. i have met her husband, and he seems very nice also. i hope she is. i have several hopes riding on this. i hope she is open to the idea. i hope she turns out to be a good working partner. i hope she is open to having an infidel as a friend. i hope i like her. i guess that is the most important thing.
