Regularity, and what Jesus would do

Several people made comments today about how great it was that it was Friday. The Mazda shuttle driver kicked it off first thing this morning (had to leave the Big Blue Devil at the dealer for her first oil change and to finally get her pinstripes), then most of the faculty felt the need to comment on it throughout the day. It wasn’t until late this afternoon, while chatting with our off-duty police officer, that I realized that it was an ordinary week. A plain old ordinary week.

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More artsy-fartsy

But too in not to share.
BTW, I’ve had enough to drink tonight that it took me way too long to type in “artsy-fartsy” just now.
And damn, I had to do it twice!
First photo: “Have a gin & tonica”
Second photo: bridge (the word for today, boys and girls, is infrastructure)
Third photo: X (at an Illinois toll plaza)

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Yay, us!

Well, us in a squished, distorted form in the side of a shiny tanker truck, but whatever.
Having a crapton of fun. And we just got here today!

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Only an engineer

Being married to an engineer means I get to laugh. Frequently. Tonight he made dinner, including this little fruit platter. He proudly presented his creation:
“I call it Mikehenge!”
All I could do was laugh. And say, “That’s blog-worthy!” And grab the iPhone. He protested. But not too much. And then he made a minor adjustment before allowing me to shoot.

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What I miss

I realized today that what I miss when he’s in Denmark (or Bangalore, or Mumbai, or London, or Seoul, or Canberra, or even West Kingston) goes beyond the usual. Beyond the help with dinner, cleaning up, caring for Zoe. It goes beyond the household chores that two people share when they live together. (Although I do miss his help around the house.  Let’s not dilute that message too much.)

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Festive underneath

I talked to M this morning.  He and Zoe chatted about how excited she was today because (warning: double whammy ahead) it was Pajama Day and Babaloo Day.  Pajama Day is, well, pretty self-explanatory.  Babaloo is an entertainer who comes in once a year for an all-school assembly.  He farts and throws toilet paper all around and blows bubbles and does other things that preschoolers find incredibly hilarious.

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