Meg's Musings

Merry Megness!

I had a great weekend. David was up here for the first time since he moved to Cincinnati in December. We went to the play, we had brunch with Amy & Greg, we went to Riverview, we wandered about Lansing... For those of you out of the loop (which is most everybody since I’ve been so busy and I’m always slightly surprised when I’m in a relationship that’s actually working out.), he’s a chemist for Proctor & Gamble, we met last spring but didn’t hit it off, he called in October and we did. Things seem to be going well despite having to conduct the romance across state lines.
Since I can’t really do the whole thing justice and am quite limited by time this morning, here is a duet of snapshots:

#1
Scene: At King Kong, waiting for the movie to start. A fact shows up on the screen that says for every seven words a woman says, men only average three.

Meg: Do you think that applies to us?
David(without even trying) Seems about right.


#2
Scene: A beautiful park in Bowling Green, Ohio. The sun is shining. The golfers are golfing. Meg & Dave are seated in a pine grove. As the joggers jog by, their heads swivel, expecting to see something. What do they see? A youngish couple sitting close together looking at paint chips. Ah, bliss!


So AF has closed and it was one of our best acted ever and had a beautifully slipcovered couch and CB is in the works and I am so tired but not so tired that I lose all sense of humor except when sophmore parents whom I called on Friday to inform their students didn't have rough drafts call me today angry that their children didn't turn the final in today and I won't give them full credit if they hand it to me tomorrow. Tut-tut. That does make me boil-y.

Speaking of boils, I got a sliver of wood in my finger some time last week and now it is big and purple an pus-y. How gross is that? I feel the need to wear gloves.

Be nice to teenagers who are juniors this week. They're taking the MEAP. I have a kid taking it with me who had my mother in sixth grade. He says she was the coolest teacher ever. I'm afraid I don't live up to that, but the techies make me feel loved.

Still, it's been an OK day. I'm ready to go home and make myself some chicken and veggies, perhaps a nap and then grading a dozen or so papers.

Hope all is as sunny wherever you are.

posted by Me @ 17:47