The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon
One of my oldest friends’ oldest daughter— go ahead, parse it, it makes sense, although I have to admit I’m not a hundred percent sure where that apostrophe should be, or if “friends” should be plural in the first place– just accepted a college offer. Also, earlier today I made reference to an old movie, and a student asked me if it came out in “the nineteens.”
I’m going to go to bed, and crumble into dust, and not worry about any of this any longer.
I don’t know how many of you that headline will immediately trigger an auditory memory, but for those of you who are inexplicably thinking about big trucks, you’re welcome.
Anyway, I finished a book today and I am, wonder of wonders, two whole days ahead on lesson planning, and it’s only 7:00. That makes today the most productive Sunday in like a thousand years. What should I do with the rest of my time? Clean something? I should clean something.
Probably just going to play Prince of Persia, though. At least for a bit. There’s one more Red Rising book to finish and then I get to wait for the next one in 2025. Surely I’ll have the unread shelf cleared by then, right?
I tell you what, when you’re someone who tends to write his way through his issues, and you’re realizing that you don’t want to write about the shit that’s currently occupying your mind … that’s a problem.
Might be time for a new Sekrit Blog. Who knows.
EDIT: You know what? Cat picture:
Got home from work, sat down in a recliner, and then it was two hours later and my eyes were stuck shut. It’s possible that I should go to bed early tonight.
I was out of town Friday night and most of yesterday because my son had a Science Olympiad competition. The good news is he did well, and so did Hogwarts in general. The bad news is that somehow by spending a day around a different group of middle school kids I have contracted what feels a hell of a lot like con crud, and I’ve already put in for tomorrow after spending damn near the whole day laying around and moaning.
Stupid frail human body.
My wife has been putting up with me for SIXTEEN YEARS, and today is our fourth real anniversary. We are, hopefully, eating dinner somewhere right now, although we are both so Godawful bad at planning important events that as of this exact moment (4:57 PM, seconds after writing my last post) I am still not 100% sure where we are going.
I love you, babe.
It was 72 degrees today, and it is not yet March, and we’re all definitely going to die because of that, but because I live in Indiana, in the next twelve hours we are expecting high winds, tornadoes, rain, snow, a fifty-degree temperature drop, and hail.
we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes we don’t have alligators we don’t have hurricanes we don’t have earthquakes
The highlight of my day involved replacing a malfunctioning switch on my sectional, a feat that I was able to accomplish without swearing even once. We are not going to mention that this is a task that could be performed by a talented child. Just be proud of me, dammit.
Other than that, I’ve been reading and playing games. You?
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