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Saturday, November 06, 2004

Merrily we roll along

  • Yesterday...a tree fell on the modulars. Yeah. Teaching Buddhistic meditation techniques of overcoming all obstacles by acknowledging them and then letting them merely exist in peaceful serenity...ha. Nope. When a tree falls on us, we go all Western. %P

  • Also yesterday...had music lessons downstairs in a generous colleague's classroom (right under the pipes and next to the gym room - phew! Lord love her and bless her olfactories!). And I realized that I was much attached to my room (with the tree partially on it).

  • Also also wik...Jules and I went out for a (sniff) now-rare night on the town to see The Incredibles which is WONDERFUL and ought to be seen by one and all at outrageous prices, and then to T.G.I.Friday's in Framingham where we chicken fingered and souped and saladed and spoke of nothing in particular.

  • Cette matinee...I woke at 9ish, decided to read The Grand Sophy for a bit (charming, charming - oh, I want to work on Long Have I Loved Thee!) and then napped for an hour and then got up and am currently getting myself together for a Saturday (Saturday!!!) department meeting re: the curriculum et sundry.

  • Back still hurting despite a day taken off to make it stop hurting.

  • Computer still freezing randomly despite multiple anti-virus scans.

  • Massive winds yesterday that knocked down trees also blew around leaves, littering the streets with golden snow.

  • We're on Exodus 16 (:36 - an omar is a tenth of an ephah!) and comparing it to John 6. Oh, frabjous day! Calloo callay!

  • Will be taping rehearsals of Christmas Carol Monday and Tuesday so that I can put together a promo. Got definitive dates and times lined up with Town Hall. Thank God!

  • D'you know, Czar Nicholas Alexander II, the last Czar of Russia, kept a diary - since all young men of breeding were expected to do so. Apparently, though, much to the sorrow of modern historians, it's a rather dull diary, full of nothing more exceptional than a painstaking list of daily business and various meals. Ah, that this journal is a Nicholas journal! (*looking furtively over the shoulder for encroaching Bolsheviks*)

    Mood: My-back-hurts...but otherwise, pas mal, merci
    Music: The wicked loud keyboard and the familial unit loudly bumping about upstairs
    Thought: Work more on Brigadoon...make Much Ado...see if Dad's computer can make Much Ado...see if I can't get into my room...clean other one...todotodotodo.... Emily, thou art too much a Niggle!

  • 2 Comments:

    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    "Yesterday...a tree fell on the modulars."

    yikes! no permanent damage, i hope?

    "Yeah. Teaching Buddhistic meditation techniques of overcoming all obstacles by acknowledging them and then letting them merely exist in peaceful serenity...ha. Nope."

    ummm...which technique is this you speak of? the last time i checked the tree would be considered a wonderful teaching tool re:impermanence and re:accepting events without judging them--all the while calmly arranging to a)have the tree carefully moved, b)replant another tree, c)check the other buildings to make sure they have been built with more care to their surroundings than the affected modular. acknowledging something as existing doesn't mean we don't do anything about it--it simply means that we opt to see it clearly before any action is taken so that the action taken is appropriate to the situation.

    "When a tree falls on us, we go all Western."

    meaning...we believe that it's a judgement on our sinfullness by an angry god, it's the work of the devil to torment us, it's murphy's law in action, it's proof that the universe hates us and is out to get us...or do you mean western as in we challenge the tree to a showdown at high noon, both guns blazing?

    words are such strange and skittish little creatures. hope everything's been able to be salvaged from the modular.

    keep me posted!
    kristen

    11:27 AM  
    Blogger Emily C. A. Snyder said...

    Hullo Krissytina!

    Oh, everything's fine. The last room (the one the tree fell on) is still not usable according to the higher-ups, but the tree's off and I'm back in my room and no other arborial being looks likely to smack down on us. :)

    "Both guns blazing" would be a good term - rather than saying, "Yup, a tree fell on us - let's work on it" the students ran about like headless chickens. Oi! C'est la vie.

    Et vous? Comment ca va?

    3:43 PM  

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