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Anyone who knew me growing up, knows that I'm a klutz. I still am. And to prove it, allow me to unfold the following story that took place last night.
I was having a rough day and was feeling emotionally unbalanced, so my darling Allan fetched me a tall glass of Chocolate Malt Ovaltine, knowing that it would satisfy my dairy and chocolate cravings. I was working on winding a new skein of wool into a ball, having the hank resting on the kitchen chair I use at my desk. I moved in a circular motion around the chair, and wound up the wool as I disentangled it from the hank. I had set the glass of Ovaltine on the bookshelf next to my desk, not placing it on my desk because I knew there was a high risk of knocking it down there, and onto my expensive and new laptop. There was little to no chance of knocking it down at shoulder height on the bookshelf.
I took two sips of the Ovaltine and put it back on the shelf. I continued to orbit around the chair with my shoulders, winding as I went. Coming across a large tangle, I stretched out my arm, and knocked over the glass. It fell facing my new acquisitions and library books, which just happened to be resting on the very same shelf. With a few choice expletives, I hollered, and asked Allan for help. With the speed of Superman, he came to my aid with his grey hoodie and began sopping up the mess while I ran for back up: towels. Frantically, we removed books and wiped as fast as we could. There was no saving some of the books, they were goners. Luckily the library books and new acquisitions were safe. The only books that were ruined were the tattered and age-stained ones I picked up from the book table at Hannaford.
After the emergency was taken care of, we tossed the towels in a heap in the kitchen and settled into other evening activities to lessen the stress of the evening. Forgetting the towels, we went to bed.
Oh did we remember the towels when we woke up. They reeked with the power of the Bog of Eternal Stench. We rushed them down to the laundromat and washed them with extra detergent and baking soda. After the first load, they still smelled of sour chocolate milk and we washed them a second time. Fortunately, this saved them and they can be returned to use.
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As a recent graduate, I no longer have the borrowing privileges I once had with my student card. To correct this situation, I asked the friendly people at the reserve desk to set me up with a patron card to the UMaine library. Even though I could have acquired a Bangor Public Library card for free, the borrowing privileges are not the same: I can't take books out for as long or renew them as many times for as many weeks as the $20 patron card. Without hesitation, I slapped the twenty on the counter and asked for my card. I am now the proud owner of a Fogler Library and Ursus library card. Woot. With my new acquisition, I borrowed the following books: For my reading pleaure - The Widewife's Tale: A Novel, by Gretchen Moran Laskas. Liquid Jade: The Story of Tea from West to East, by Beatrice Hohenegger. The Historian: A Novel, by Elizabeth Kostova. For my professional development - Radiant Textuality: Literature After the World Wide Web, by Jerom McGann. Best Practices for Teaching Writing: What Award-Winning Classroom Teachers Do, by Randi Stone. Alternate Routes to Teaching by C. Emily Feistritzer. Phonology and Language Use by Joan Bybee. Understanding and Managing Children's Classroom Behavior: Creating Sustainable, Resilient Classrooms, by Sam Goldstein and Robert B. Brooks. Tags: new books, reading
Current Location: home
Current Mood:  chipper
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Urgh. So, I got a message from the principal at Lawrence Jr. High on Friday at 4:30 pm asking me to call back. This had my hopes up alllllllll weekend: woohoo! I may have a teaching job! Come to find out, she wanted me to call back so she could tell me to my "face" that I've been rejected. Ouch. That really hurt. I was so offended that I dragged Allan to Governor's to have chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast since we forgot to equip the kitchen with Bisquick. The day got better, then worse, then better again. I don't know how Allan has put up with me lately with the emotional roller coaster I've been riding. We nearly had our second fight ever today. Our first one was nearly a year ago. We managed to get one of three errands completed today, which happened to be our Home Depot run. We picked up some Stargazer lilies and Dahlias which are now gracing our living room with their aromas. The two we failed on were: 1. drop of letter of interest for long-term sub job in Brewer; 2. stop by Time Warner to get our internet set up. At least we got some pretty flowers out of the trip to town. Also, I got an amazing idea in town. An old friend of mine, dating back to middle school, happens to work at Home Depot and I ran into her today. We caught each other up quickly on life stuff and she mentioned that she pretty much makes bank at HD. She also mentioned that they desperately need evening workers since most of their staff wants to work mornings and afternoons. I'm totally all over evening hours as they would leave me the 8-2 hours to sub at the local schools. So, in a nutshell, that's my plan for the next year. I have my application in for Home Depot and I should hear from them sometime soon. If that doesn't work out for whatever reason, there's always Borders. Our apartment is nearing livable status, though we are missing a big chunk of our stuff in storage. I'm unable to help Allan move the heavy stuff and that's pretty much all that's left. I'm gonna call this good and curl up to read some Perdido Street Station before I nod off. Tags: life stuff
Current Location: home
Current Mood:  content
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