I've been meaning to post this photo of the house we lived in for seven years in Columbia, MO. The newest owners have repainted my lovely green and beige house and made it into a hideous blue and white house. I don't know if they reroofed or not, but the roof we put on it was green, and the lattice work under the deck in the back is still green. I like blue, but not on houses. Houses should not be bright Easter egg colors, IMHO. Not unless they are in Miami, Florida.
It is quite cold here this morning, a balmy 3 degrees. In Big Rapids (where I'll be headed tomorrow afternoon), it was -9 this morning. Ouch. I don't mind the cold as much as I mind the ice and snow, though. Having finally gotten my dear beloved husband home, I was relieved of my guilt about not trying to snowblow or shovel. He took care of our driveway and sidewalks yesterday morning, but we did get more snow later that day. I'm not terribly worried about it, though. It's during the week, when the school children have to meet their bus and walk along our sidewalk, that I feel concern for the state of the sidewalks. It is the law that we are supposed to clear our sidewalks within 24 hours of snowfall, but I am not going to risk killing or injuring myself, especially when I am here alone, by getting out there with a shovel. And being a true flower of the South, I have no clue how to start or use the snowblower. (And being nearly 60 years old, with a bad leg and iffy hip socket, I am not about to do something as difficult and strenuous as shoveling snow.)
Classes begin for me on Monday. I am not at all ready to start. I did complete one of my syllabi yesterday, a class I've taught several times before, so no problem. The other class, which I've taught only once before (and am dreading to teach again), will be more difficult. As grateful as I am to have only two course preps this semester, I wish with all my heart that Advanced Comp for Pharmacy majors wasn't one of them.
Our "new" House of Representatives decided to start the new session by reading selected parts of the Constitution (leaving out the support of slavery, for example.) At one point, when one of the readers read the part where the elected president of the country has to be a natural-born citizen, some bonehead woman in the (peanut) gallery yelled out, "Not Obama!" and "Save us, Jesus!" or something like that. These idiot birthers really burn my biscuits. Sometimes I wonder if they truly understand that Hawaii is a state. I would like to remind Bonehead Woman that Jesus also is not a natural-born citizen of the country. He didn't speak English. He was a Jew (also a target of the boneheads). And why should Jesus, or any of the other 1,000 man-created deities, save us from an excellent president? What we need saving from is stupidity, but if we did away with stupid people, there'd be virtually no one left on Planet Earth. Then, again, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.... I do sometimes fear that the comic prediction of the movie "Idiocracy" might not actually become an unwanted reality. Stupid people tend to have lots of (also stupid) babies, whereas intelligent people tend to limit their family size.
My husband was laughing about his sister-in-law, who had told rather eloquently about her childhood in Germany and about her fear of the East German police. She spoke so meaningfully, he said, about what life under Communism was like that he believed (temporarily) that she "got it." Then she started whining about the border situation with Mexico and the problem of illegal immigration and called that situation "Communism." He was agog. Of course, she is a self-proclaimed right-wing tea-partying conservative. Definitions of words--well, that's a fuzzy category for her. I don't dislike her, but she is a terribly tiring person to be around for any length of time. She is combative about everything. One of those people you can't say anything to, for fear she'll take it the wrong way. If you compliment her, she immediately attacks you for not thinking she looked good yesterday. That sort.
I guess I ought to get busy and do some real work. Hah.
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