I leave for a Caribbean vacation this week and I get four full weeks off of school (instead of 2) for Christmas break. Clearly, I'm not asking for your sympathy here. I just really hit the "I care about nothing" wall this past week and thought I'd explain.
The Army
Scott's job is a job I'd never wish on anyone. Except people I don't like. And those people already work there. ha ha ha
(I cannot elaborate due to the fact that we like getting paychecks.)
The wind.
Oh God. The wind.
I can't even describe the wind here. The house shakes. Actually shakes. My school shakes. The gusts prevent forward progress when walking outdoors. And you can forget about carrying anything to/from your car.
In The Long Winter, Laura talks about wind scouring the walls. That's exactly what it's like. Only there's no snow or ice or white-outs. There's just glacial silt blowing off the stupid glaciers and into your eyes, mouth, and hair. (Thank God for Starbucks splash-sticks.)
It blows through cracks in your houses too. Luckily, we don't live in the area where that happens, but it does happen at my school. My classroom will get a thin coating of dust overnight.
Anyway, when the wind blows like that, I get extra crabby/stabby. It's like this feeling where you'd give a limb just to get it to stop waking you up with earthquake-like rumbles in the middle of the night.
Needless to say, not much sleep was gotten this week.
If someone offered me Alaska:
My motivation:
Goodness gracious, I'm excited for this week's episode. How 'bout you?
Monday? There shall be ice cream on the blog. You're gonna wanna come back for that stuff.
Monday? There shall be ice cream on the blog. You're gonna wanna come back for that stuff.
