I was filling out some information for an online questionnaire, and came to a question whose answer surprised me. (Wait a minute… can you say “who” when talking about a question? Maybe I should have said “…the answer to which surprised me”… But that sounds too fancy. Is there a less English-teachery way to say that?)
Anyway, there was this question, and the answer made me stop and think. It asked for the postal code where I’ve lived the longest. Now that I think about it, if you’re going strictly by postal codes, I’d have to say 37917 – my Knoxville, TN zip code. But if you’re going by city, I have now lived the longest in Baltimore. I’m in my sixteenth year here. That’s longer than any other place I’ve lived. Weird. It doesn’t feel like a long time. I must be having fun, because you know – “time flies…”
Baltimore – it’s a nice place. Except for all the murders. And the stupid government. And the vampires.
I think something may be wrong with my sleep regulator. I’ve been having stronger than normal pass-out naps. The bus ride back from the field trip was the first instance. Then on Saturday we had our annual Field Day event where area elementary schools come to campus for track and field competition. I came in early, thinking I would get some grading done. I graded a little, then passed out at my desk.
Then yesterday after church I came home, got some food, and sat in front of the TV. The next thing I knew, it was an hour later and I was waking up. But when I tried to finish watching the show I had recorded, I fell asleep again. I spent all day feeling weak and sleepy. I did finally finish that show though. (It was “House”.) In fact I watched a couple of episodes, so now I’m caught up. I went to bed at 8:30, thinking the extra sleep would help. I can’t tell if it did or not. I overslept. I don’t even remember hearing my alarm go off.
I’ll be curious to see if this trend continues. Or if I fall asleep while standing up. Or in mid sente… zzzz… (Ha! Just kidding!)
Yesterday was field trip day. I went with the seventh graders to Annapolis. I couldn’t believe how smoothly everything went. My planning went smoothly, the permission slips and money were handed in on time, and the whole day went off without a hitch. I kept waiting for some horrible thing to happen, but it didn’t. It was just one beautiful time.
On our trip, we go to the Banneker-Douglass museum, tour the Naval Academy, then spend about 45 minutes in the Annapolis dock area. In the dock area, the kids split into small chaperone-led groups to visit souvienr shops and get ice cream. Yesterday the weather was gorgeous. Many of them were at our meeting location early and just sat in the beautiful sun.
I recognized our bus driver. I’ve ridden with him before. He is Christian. On one of our previous trips, we had a great conversation about faith. Yesterday, I noticed he had some Jack Chick books in his bag. This worries me a little. Jack Chick is the guy that does all those little cartoon books. In Religion Class, I use him as an example of someone who sounds Christian, but isn’t really preaching what the Bible says. His messages are all Law. He tries to scare people in order to change their hearts. Only the Gospel can do that. And there is precious little in his literature.
HERE is the booklet that was in the bus driver’s bag. The one I remember finding and reading as a kid (and having the bejeebies scared out of me) was THIS one.
I ran out of tea at school, so I’ve been drinking coffee the last couple of days. Its aroma fills my classroom and makes it into a haven of smoky, woody, hazel-nutty coffee delight. And it’s so delicious. The caramel sweetness. The exquisite darkness.
The only problem is that the coffee I have at school is caffeinated. My habit is to drink two pots of brewed beverage each day. When that’s tea, the caffeine isn’t much of an issue. But with coffee? My eyeballs feel like they’ll jiggle their way out of my head. …Unless my temples just explode from all the pressure behind them. When it’s really bad, the base of my skull in back gets a terrible ache. Yesterday it was bad.
Maybe on the way to school this morning I should stop by the grocery store for some tea.
I broke the foil on my electric shaver yesterday. After shaving, I always pull off the foil and knock out the hair dust. Yesterday as I pulled of the foil, it collapsed.
I’ve had this shaver for many years now. There is no post on Bradaptation about me buying it. Does that mean I was embarrassed to say that I spent $180 on a shaver, or does that mean my purchase occurred before 2006? I don’t know. I have considered buying a new shaver, but this one seems to continue to work fine. I just have to buy new blades and foil every once in a while.
I was just thinking about the stages of buying I’ve gone through. At first, I only bought things I needed for the cheapest price possible, because that was what I could afford. Then I had enough money to get things I wanted for the cheapest price. Then I started buying things I needed that were fancier and more expensive. Then things I wanted that were fancier.
Now I just have a bunch of stuff I’m trying to get rid of! And when something I actually use regularly starts getting raggedy, I say to myself: “Do I really need to buy a new one? This one seems to work fine, even though it’s a little raggedy.” So I guess I’ll keep using this electric shaver for a while. But I do need to get a new foil.
