A student at the school where I teach (Ferris) was killed yesterday morning. He was hit by a car as he crossed State Street between the college and the fast-food places on the other side. So sad and tragic. Periodically, the campus and town police give out jaywalking tickets that are pretty expensive, but even if one crosses at the designated spots, there is no guarantee that a car won't come out of nowhere. There are lots of side streets, after all. And at 8 a.m. on a dark and rainy morning, it's possible that the driver of the car did not see the pedestrian in time. If the young man was wearing dark clothing, I can practically guarantee he would have been invisible to the driver until it was too late.
One of the ironies, I suppose, of winter is that people dress in dark colors. The days are short, our windshields are half-covered with slush, and pedestrians are rendered invisible by their dark clothing. Maybe the rule should be that it is mandatory to wear white after Labor Day.
My beloved hubby reported this morning that he put out some trash last night and saw what he thinks was a possum. Both of us were wondering if possums live this far north. He may have seen the wet bedraggled tail of a squirrel instead, since I heard scrabbling noises outside the bathroom window and peeped through the blinds to see a wet squirrel climbing around on the plant stands that hubby had "stored" on the tiny porch outside the bathroom, where the trash cans are. Convoluted explanation.
The kids sent us tulips for our anniversary. Peach colored. Very pretty.
I dreamed last night that Stephen was playing happily with someone else's baby, and I was wondering if he was practicing for a baby of his own. I keep hoping....
I also dreamed about Ellie last night. I can't remember what the dream was about now, though. It was good to see her, if only in a dream.
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