Sometimes funny, sometimes thoughtful, always a good time
On Saturday I was doing some demolition work in a friend’s basement, banging away at some carpet tack strips, and a little piece of the tack strip (or something) shot up and hit me in the eyeball. It didn’t hurt, but it left a nice bloody mark on my left eye. This is a day later, when it was already looking better:
… And that’s why we wear eye protection, kids.
Yesterday I went to my usual game of lunchtime pickup ultimate, but remained on the sidelines due to a neck injury that I didn’t want to aggravate. I brought my camera, along with a telephoto lens, and had some fun taking pictures of the action.
I’m a fan of much of what Yoda says. From The Last Jedi comes another good one:
The greatest teacher, failure is.
Ahh, spring break is upon us! It was nice last night to be able to turn off my daily alarm…
I get a week of sleeping in (luxury!) before going back to my regular schedule. Party!
Last night I made some muffins at home, and this morning I brought them to the office. I mentioned it on Slack, our internal chat tool:
[SCENE: INTERIOR CLASS ROOM, EARLY MORNING]
Jeff: Good morning class, I brought muffins for you today because I am kind, wise and generous!!
Perky Student: Thanks Mr. Schroeder, I love muffins!
Full Mouth Student: What kndt ff mffns rr dey sweader?
Jeff: Blueberry and Chocolate!
Full Mouth Student: [DED]
Perky Student: [SCREAMING] He had a deadly blueberry allergy!!
Jeff [INTERNAL MONOLOGUE]: I guess I have another one on my conscience. At least I can bring these to my loyal staff at work. I hope no one asks why.
Well played, Ben, well played.
(The full story is that I have a young woman in my seminary class who’s allergic to enriched flour, so I buy a muffin mix that doesn’t contain it, and bake a few muffins for her whenever we have food in class. She requested chocolate chips, and even when I said it was a blueberry mix and that would be weird, she insisted it was good stuff. So I made them, brought them to class, and… she didn’t show up. Hence, the office.)
Back at UMR, the annual St. Patrick’s Day festivities were always advertised as “The Best Ever”. I guess every year was an improvement over the last, for almost ninety years in a row. I have some great stories about the shillelaghs, Follies, duty rounds, and of course Alice. Yesterday was a nice day, so Laralee and I headed out for a walk and I grabbed my “green”:
Funny that I still have my collection of sweatshirts (eight years’ worth) and can wear them twenty years later…
Laralee bought me a shamrock plant for St. Patrick’s Day!
Am I the only one around here who didn’t even know there was such a thing as a shamrock plant? I thought shamrocks were those teensy little clover things…
I just tried to launch the latest version of Firefox.
That’s a lot of bytes.
Driving to my ultimate league games last night, I saw a beautiful sunset.
Interestingly, I’d also seen a beautiful sunrise in the morning! (I didn’t take a picture.)
It’s nice to have gorgeous bookends on a great day.
I saw this in traffic today:
“I used to be cool”
It seems like a strange sentiment to me. I say if you think you’re cool, you’re cool. Fortunately for me, I’m cool.