I find it a tad ironic that last night I made nut brittle and this morning everything was coated with a thick shiny layer of ice — at least I felt a strange sense of déjà vu as I chipped off the shards of ice glazing the car. I had woken up at the usual time, but went back to bed until I heard the snowplow go by. I figured that after rush hour the roads would be clear. As expected, the worst parts were at each end of the journey to campus, our driveway at home being a sheet of ice and the lot at my office barely punctured by the sprinkle of salt chucked on it. The crossing gates were stuck down at the railroad tracks, but the cops were there to wave us through (which nonetheless made me a tad uncomfortable).

I just don’t have the adventures Miss Wendy has, but her story did remind me of a favorite song by Neil Innes that was part of the Rutland Weekend Television (with Eric Idle), where he performs as the Marx Brothers.

Friday with Jordan went okay. After worrying so much, the shot went fine. He never even flinched. Plus, Robert left us yummy enchiladas and fresh guacamole. Not to mention the fabulous breakfast, too — he always spoils us. On the way home, not quite as many raptors as the last trip, but 17 or 18. Mostly they were red-tails, but there was one that I think was a Broad-winged Hawk, enjoying a meal up on a branch. We saw one in the process of catching her lunch as well. One raven sat way off in the distance on a lone tree.

The season heats up: finals to give this week (tomorrow and Friday), graduation and two parties Saturday, and of course, next Monday is my birthday — where I already find that most of my local friends have to attend a meeting, while one of my colleagues is giving a holiday party that everyone here will probably attend. Grumble, grumble; nothing like a birthday the week before Xmas.



  2. K. A. Laity says:

    Anugurihiitosumi, Boojums!

  3. HemlockMan says:

    Having a birthday close to xmas must suck. My nephew was born on Dec. 25. One of my brothers was born Dec. 30, and I recall that he was always bummed out that no one made a big deal over his birthday since it was just a few days after xmas.

  4. K. A. Laity says:

    Yeah, it could be worse: my grandmother’s birthday was on Boxing Day and my brother Robert’s is Jan 10, so he gets the post-holiday doldrums (about the time shopping bills came due).

  5. The Queen says:

    But Kate, isn’t your birthday the reason for the season?

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