raining in the rapids

I awoke to rain this morning. It's going to rain most of the day, and I'll get to drive back to Grand Rapids in the rain again. Joy. Let's just hope the catalog-shopping-texting driver is off the road today. I'm in the mood to phone the cops on her.

I got here this week and found someone else's car in my parking place at the apartment. I squeezed in beside the car and left a note. They were gone the next morning. No repeats, thank goodness. I do like having my own designated parking place. Creature of habit. I could not help thinking about the movie and book Fried Green Tomatoes and the part where the older woman gets in touch with her inner Towanda, and with her large sedan, knocks the teen girls' VW out of the parking space she was waiting for.

It's time for course evaluations again. I've done two classes thus far and have two more to go. Technically, I have to do only two, but I figure four gives me a better chance of not looking bad in one class. There's always one student in a pissy mood who just wants to rant about the class and the teacher, regardless of what the class is and who the teacher is. But, fortunately, there are also students who will praise the class and the teacher, even if it's undeserved praise.

Speaking of undeserved, one of my English 250 students brought me a beautiful greenery arrangement yesterday. I want to bring it home, but today might be a bad day since we're going to be emptying out the kitchen so that the countertop people can do their thing Tuesday morning. I'm so excited about seeing the kitchen once the work is done. Then maybe I can persuade Esteemed Spouse to paint the kitchen cabinets (or refinish them) next summer.

My sinuses hurt like crazy today. Partly it's the rain, and partly it's the burnt offerings from the kitchen down the hall. Yesterday it was scorched microwave popcorn. Today it smells like burning hair. Yummy. What ARE they cooking? roast squirrel, still in its fur?

I really really hope I don't forget to gas up my car before I leave Big Rapids. I've left myself a post-it note. Maybe I should put one on my steering wheel, too?