Hey blogerati (or is it "blogeroos"?).
Long time no hear.
From me, I mean.
Yeah, I've been busy.
Swamped, to be more precise.
Spent a week in California with my pops & caught a whiff of some old friends, drove 2300 miles, discovered that there is far more to Northern California than the Bay Area (which is actually in the middle). Had some adventures, which I'd hoped to reveal here.
Started my teaching certification master's program. Am already swamped with work after only 3 days. Am trying to ingest 50 years of human development theory in only 3 weeks. Must read much jargon and write papers, etc.
Yuk.
Have a "methods" class with a hip, young professor which is very interesting but there are only 2 students total in the class. That means no in-class ZZZ's for me. Not that I ever slack in school -- I'm always prepared to cough up some bool-sheeit upon a moment's notice -- but sometimes I get sick of my own voice (hard to imagine, I know).
Somehow in the midst of this new/old "going to school" thing I have to find time to say hi to my wife, play with my dog, hum a few bars, and maybe scribble a line or two in this blog.
All of those things are going to be scant this summer, I'm afraid. Especially blogging since I am no longer cube-bound. Yay for that. Boo for the fact that I have a long drive to school and no radio. And no heater. And no air conditioner.
I do have a bag of popcorn in my car. White cheddar popcorn from last month to be precise.
I found it Monday when I was digging under the seat for coins: I'd forgotten my wallet and lunch in my mad rush to be prepared (academically) for my first day of school. I had my pocket protector, my protractor, and my #2 pencil.
That bag of popcorn almost became my lunch. But then I found a bag of half-eaten peanut-butter pretzels under there, too. Carbon dating of the accumulated bellybutton lint and spit fingernails in the bag indicated that the contents might be less than 5 years old. The pretzels were chewy and the peanut butter inside was rock hard. Not optimal, but I was desperate.
Fortunately, a more concerted search revealed several pennies and a quarter, bringing my total pocket-change to 52 cents.
This vast sum of money was going to net me a raw potato from the supermarket. I stood there at Safeway trying to remember if raw potatos (being a member of the nightshade family) contained deadly toxins. I suspected that they might. Deciding that having convulsions on the first day of class might have a negative impact on my image among my new peers, I opted to buy a can of pinto beans for lunch instead. (In terms of peer-image, farting is preferable to frothing at the mouth.) But I didn't have access to a can opener and the prospect of using one in the kitchen utensil aisle seem'd a bit gauche. Ditto my plan to suck down a 43 cent can of tomato paste.
That left me with only one option for my 53 cent lunch:
Lil' Debbie snack cakes
I drove up the highway, found a gas station, and purchased not one but TWO highly delectable high-calorie treats: a Nutty Bar and a Fudge Brownie (TM). The Nutty Bar was expectedly scrumptuous, but the brownie tasted like congealed bat dung. In retrospect, I should have gone for a honey bun instead of the brownie, but you know what they say...*
And at 25 cents a pop without tax, I still had three pennies to my name.
After devouring this highly nutritous meal, I went out in search of a three cent dose of caffeine but failed.
Anyway, don't look to this blog for regular updates but I'll stick my head in once in awhile just to keep the roaches fed and the urine-pots empty.
Ciao for now.
*hindsight is 50/50.
