Daily Archives: 8 May 2006

Jiggety-jog

DrBob is home again (home again), and my brief experiment in Making It On My Own has ended. In his absence, I managed to leave the stove on under the coffeepot (we have one of those stovetop espresso thingies) while I left the house. I was stupid about the car. The Sniglet’s kindergarten teacher wants a conference because he’s been acting like a turkey. He needs to go to the dentist because after I brushed his teeth he spat blood. I put orange juice in my coffee. I geeked out on my homework and did twice as much as necessary. (No, since you’re wondering, I did not have any friends in high school, and thank you for bringing up such a painful subject. ) I put the kids’ play-tent outside and then had to run and rescue it before it blew into the street (high winds lately). I spent almost the whole drive to the airport today stuck behind slow, gigantic trucks, right up until the point when I got lost.

So. I think I did pretty well! But I’m still glad he’s home.

Song du jour of the day: The Lucky One. Mary Lou Lord.

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For James

The Germans have an inhuman way of cutting up their verbs. Now a verb has a hard time enough of it in this world when it’s all together. It’s downright inhuman to split it up. But that’s just what those Germans do. They take part of a verb and put it down here, like a stake, and they take the other part of it and put it away over yonder like another stake, and between these two limits they just shovel in German.

— Mark Twain