The residents are taking finals now, classes having wrapped up last week. It’s wrong when I see students returning to their rooms at 4 a.m. after study sessions, and it’s wrong that I’m seeing them when I’m out walking the dog at that time, needless to say.
Every evening there are study-breaks, which means cookies in various locations throughout the Quad. We had a study break at our place (poorly attended for some reason) and also had Molly’s class of 16 students over for dinner. The curry dish went over well. I didn’t make it too spicy for once. Molly and one of the RAs played violin during a scone and tea study break on Wednesday. It took a while to brush off the cobwebs and tune up the violins after they’d been “resting” for a while.
Molly tried a kick boxing workout on Netflix, and ended up limping around for two days. We went jogging as well, and then I limped around complaining for three days. I took Silas on a bike ride today to pick up a camera and lens I bought off craigslist (pathological) and at least the ride was nice. It’s the exercise I don’t hate- I need to get out on the bike more, which everybody and their sister knows.
Molly organized an event this afternoon which boggles the mind, logistically, bringing in fifty local high schoolers for a lunch and video screening. The video was a compilation of footage the high school students had recorded with the help of 3 of Molly’s work-study students. She is knocked out cold right now, which is tough because Silas skipped his nap and is causing havoc. A moment ago we heard the front door close, as Silas escaped out into the hall. We haven’t finished installing the latch which will keep him locked safely inside. In the meantime we have to block the door w/ a side table. Obviously we forgot to block it when we last came in.
We received a large Christmas present for Silas the other day. I made the box into a car, taping a car steering wheel toy to the top of the box, and hacking a cup holder in the top. I’m happy he likes it, although today I had to help him out as he slid down into the undercarriage. Silas also received a cool present when we found a big plastic mailbox at the thrift store. He insisted on carrying it all the way home. It didn’t have any mail in it yet, so it was pretty light.
sleeping in his car
sweet thrift store find
U-lock fail (my fail)
you've got mail
