Homecoming
No, not the dance. I cannot stand those.
I'm here at the office, grading papers and waving. The lights in the English building are motion sensitive, and it takes a large or sweeping motion to prove that there's a person in the room. So every fifteen minutes or so, the lights click off. After a second, I wave, and the lights come back. It's a wave from the shoulder, more like raising my hand, and I suppose it counts as some sort of exercise. I have found in the last few months that the lights don't respond to anything for a second or two, so it's pointless to wave before then.
I had set a goal of grading twelve first reads before leaving, or staying until nine pm, whichever came later. Well, It's nine-ish, and I've only graded three first reads. But I've also got five second reads, twenty reviews, and nine critiques. I have decided that to call that about even to twelve first reads, and to just go home already. There's only so much grading I can do in a sitting.
Charlotte is either fast asleep or wreaking havoc on my apartment. Yesterday she discovered the joys of countertops. She's been prowling around the kitchen sink since then, hoping I'll leave some bit of food around. Every time I catch her on the counter I scold her and place her on the floor. I'm thinking I'll buy some mousetraps at the dollar store, and set them up on the counter, upside down. They'll snap closed and make a loud noise, which should deter her when I'm not there. She's also working up a fierce skill in the high jump. I say fierce, because my toes are often the target. She was fast asleep yesterday afternoon, and let me clip her claws on both front paws. The back ones I'll just leave alone. I'm thrilled with my success, and she isn't at all mad at me.
Well, that's about it for now, more tomorrow some time. I'm already tired, and it's only nine. Yikes. The cool air outside will perk me up, though, and I managed to get a really good parking space (the impatient fool behind me was still circling when I parked. This happens a lot), so the walk won't be long. Parking alone can cut walking distance by more than half. Nice weather can take care of the rest of it.
I'm off.
End.
I'm here at the office, grading papers and waving. The lights in the English building are motion sensitive, and it takes a large or sweeping motion to prove that there's a person in the room. So every fifteen minutes or so, the lights click off. After a second, I wave, and the lights come back. It's a wave from the shoulder, more like raising my hand, and I suppose it counts as some sort of exercise. I have found in the last few months that the lights don't respond to anything for a second or two, so it's pointless to wave before then.
I had set a goal of grading twelve first reads before leaving, or staying until nine pm, whichever came later. Well, It's nine-ish, and I've only graded three first reads. But I've also got five second reads, twenty reviews, and nine critiques. I have decided that to call that about even to twelve first reads, and to just go home already. There's only so much grading I can do in a sitting.
Charlotte is either fast asleep or wreaking havoc on my apartment. Yesterday she discovered the joys of countertops. She's been prowling around the kitchen sink since then, hoping I'll leave some bit of food around. Every time I catch her on the counter I scold her and place her on the floor. I'm thinking I'll buy some mousetraps at the dollar store, and set them up on the counter, upside down. They'll snap closed and make a loud noise, which should deter her when I'm not there. She's also working up a fierce skill in the high jump. I say fierce, because my toes are often the target. She was fast asleep yesterday afternoon, and let me clip her claws on both front paws. The back ones I'll just leave alone. I'm thrilled with my success, and she isn't at all mad at me.
Well, that's about it for now, more tomorrow some time. I'm already tired, and it's only nine. Yikes. The cool air outside will perk me up, though, and I managed to get a really good parking space (the impatient fool behind me was still circling when I parked. This happens a lot), so the walk won't be long. Parking alone can cut walking distance by more than half. Nice weather can take care of the rest of it.
I'm off.
End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 21:09
1 Comments:
At Friday, October 08, 2004 8:36:00 AM,
Anonymous said…
Please do not use mouse traps on the counters in order to control Charlotte. If she lands near the trap she will play with it and could get caught. She will not be able to get it off - she will panic and run around. I can go on... It will be horrible for her. Instead put down large sheets of aluminum foil. Just drape it around the whole area. Over the stove top, on the counter, even in the sink. When she lands on the foil the loud noise will scare her and she won't get up there any more. Or, you can just live with Chahrlotte getting on the counters when you are not there. When you are at home just take her off the counter and tell her no. She is a cat, she is alone most of the day, she owns you and your apartment. If you don't want her messing with your stuff, put it away in a box. sr
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