Frog and Goat

Here we are on another Summer Work Hours, No One at the Office Friday. I have Dianna Ross, among others, pumping out of the desktop speakers as I am the only one currently working upstairs.

I have to write a newsletter article about a course I’m working on and I am completely uninspired to write the article. It has to be a page and all I want to say is “The course rocks. It is a shining star in eLearning”. But that would be boring and a little too arrogant.

In other news, last night I was prepping for the MAT that I’m taking this afternoon. One of the analogies included Greenwich, which is at 0 degrees longitude. Greenwich, where I’ve been and stood right on the 0 degrees longitude line. We have a picture in which I’m trying hard not to look like every other tourist. I missed the question because, apparently, I’m a big stupid idiot. I made a list of concepts, words, famous names that I hope to scan off and on today (expressly going against the advice of studying right before the test). The listing for Greenwich reads “Greenwich is at 0 degrees longitude, you moron”.

Even if Greenwich isn’t on today’s test, I’ll never make the mistake again. Also, did you know Avogadro has his own number? I didn’t until last night and, honestly, until I just googled him I didn’t even know who Avogadro was. High school chemistry was a long time ago and I’m pretty sure we didn’t talk about him. Hard as that is to believe.

Last night we made the trek to Wolf Trap and saw the Gipsy Kings. It was an amazing show. We’ve been to a lot of concerts but I’d have to say this one was the hands-down winner of the “let’s whip the audience into a frenzy” award. The band was amazingly hot the entire time they were on stage.

There was a family of four in front of us on the lawn and we left about 2 1/2 feet between our blankets to give a cushion and a path for everyone walking around. The son was about 12 and he braved the crowd to go get ice cream for himself and his little sister. He’s a good son and brother. He promptly gave back the change to his father and his little sister couldn’t have been more excited. Actually, she could get plenty more excited because as soon as the band came out she started dancing around and was barely still for the next 2 hours. The better-half and I decided that family has a pretty good time together.

After the show started, a woman walked up to us and asked, “Is it alright if I sit here.” (The emphasis is mine.)We said if you can fit into the little space in between us and the family of four fine with us. She gave us some lie about how their car wouldn’t start. Actually, it was 2 lies. She wasn’t asking if she alone could sit in the very small space between us but if she and her 3 friends could. That’s when I stopped paying attention to them. If their eyes searched mine, I turned away. The better-half took a picture for them. I, however, made myself busy looking elsewhere. Seriously, they were late and she lied. Twice. And, before you ask, how could I be sure she lied about the car, believe me I could tell.

The foursome proceeded to unpack two gallon size ziploc bags of raw vegetables (green peppers, broccoli and a tremendous amount of carrots). Without dip. Raw vegetables, one right after another into their hungry maws. I’m sure their colons are very clean. They ended up leaving at intermission so, lucky for us, we were only really cramped with no leg room for about 30 minutes. Still, makes me wonder what their problem was…getting there late, squeezing into the smallest spot imaginable and then not staying through the show. Maybe all those raw vegetables made them wish for greener pastures.