Halloa there! I’m finishing up my first day back at Coalmac U, participating in the big in-service celebrations they have for all the faculty and staff the week before school starts. Honestly...and thankfully...I haven’t done a whole heckuva lot today except tidying up, observing the salt charts, answering some mail, and so on. Yeah, that’s right – school doesn’t start until next Tuesday. Many other colleges began their fun a week or more ago – but no, not us. The only students I’m sure I’ll see this week are those clamoring to get into Benajah Hall a day or two early so they can enjoy their first nights of freedom alone in a boring dormitory.
What happened this summer? Ol’ Brody wanted to get out of the grind, that’s what! Dalcy had a family reunion out Colorado way last month, so the two of us got to stand at the mountain of madness...well, it wasn’t that bad. We did get run out of the Garden of the Gods because of some impressive lightning. While driving around the park searching for the balancing rock, Dalcy jokingly asked how monotheistic religions felt about a garden belonging to more than one God. Sigh. There are times I wonder how the two of us survive. It’s a good thing she didn’t make that crack with Father Varnt around (and I doubt he knows how to read a blog, anyway). But we found the rock...balancing on a bed of concrete. Pret-ty lame, ol’ Brody has to say. I didn’t care too much for the kids running up and down the side of it, either. Was it wrong to wish for an avalanche?
Can you find the nearby John Blare Bridge?!
Does anyone remember Alfred Packer? Our waitress at the restaurant kept calling him “Ali G. Packer,” but I failed to understand why. Essentially, Packer was a cannibal, or so history remembers. The menu was a bit macabre, too. (Not really—try the green chili at the Waffle Wagon.)
One of the more annoying things was venturing an ungodly number of miles outside town to visit the Royal Gorge Bridge. Heights are not my strong point, but we thought we could brave them long enough to see the Arkansas River at a thousand feet or so. Not so. Someone built a bridge and later went and surrounded it with an amusement park - and not a very good one at that. Buckskin Joe? Hourly hangings? I think not.
And that’s what I did on my summer vacation. I was going through the inbox, and one email I had asked if Mercedes ruled. I didn’t quite get it at first, but I think I do now. Wait – no, I don’t. Would my teaching assistant, Myron, know? Myron!
Rabbit, rabbit.
the truly useleſs blog of the truly useleſs group
No comments:
Post a Comment