So I called and cancelled therapy with the intention of going back to bed. (Therapy was for 8:30 a.m.) However, by then my husband had gotten up, so we sat and talked and had breakfast. He had made plans to play indoor golf with his buddies, so that's where he is today (on OUR day), so he left about 1 p.m. and won't return until after supper. I told him I was going to start staying in Big Rapids through Friday afternoon if he missed me as little as that. He said he'd already cancelled two other "dates" with his buddies because they wanted to do something on Friday, and I told him he shouldn't have made the "dates" in the first place. I'm gone from Monday through Thursday evening. The least he could do is plan to spend the day with me on Friday.
I also opted out of driving back to Big Rapids this afternoon for a meeting. As my husband keeps reminding me, I have to put in a lot of face time if I want to get tenure, but damn it, it's miserably cold, snowing in Big Rapids, and I'm in pain. If they think it's such a great idea to have writing classes online, then why the hell don't they think it's a great idea to have a few of these boring, endless meetings online?
Things got interesting at Betty's this week. I think I've already relayed the lady-bug-on-the-lip episode, so I'm not going to re-tell that story. What happened this week was that a mouse got into my crackers that I keep in my room. All night long, I heard rattle, crunch, scratch, rattle, crunch. Sure enough, once I could check, I found that a mouse had gnawed into my package of saltines and had himself/herself a feast. Now I need to get a plastic mouse-proof box to keep my food in. An ounce of prevention is worth a mouse in the crackers. Betty offered to poison the rodent or get her cat in to seek it out and chomp it, but I figure it's better just to give Mr. Mousie reason to move elsewhere.
My flannel sheets were quite comfortable and warm. I didn't even run my little space heater in the bedroom while I was there Tuesday and Wednesday nights, though I did bring it with me to the bathroom. I do wish Betty would close the curtains in the bathroom so the room didn't get quite so frigid. But it's her house, her heating costs, her decision. (She had to have $900 worth of work done on the furnace last week, so I sympathize.)
Whatever my husband and son have decided to do about Old Bessie, I've stayed out of the discussion. Whatever it is, if I don't think about it, maybe it won't grieve me as much.
I'm beating my head against a brick wall with my Justice in Literature class. One of them told me he thinks To Kill a Mockingbird is boring. Geez. Getting them to talk in class is nearly impossible. I'd been warned that the criminal justice majors would be this way, but I've had a lot of CJ students who were intelligent, fun, talkative, and interesting. Apparently it's when you get them together in groups that they become silent, morose, and non-compliant.
We watched the Presidential Inauguration in that class this past Tuesday instead of doing our lesson plan. They did pay attention to that, at least. However, my English 150 students seem to be either apathetic or hostile regarding the new President. I can't help wondering what they think might be more important than a history-making Presidential election. Facebook? Geez and double geez.
Another cold front is coming through with yet more snow. According to the forecast, this January will match one in the 1980s in that we won't have a day that gets as warm as 40 degrees. Usually we have a so-called January thaw, but apparently we're not getting one this year. It's been a bleakly gray day today, one to face from under the warm covers.
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