Fresh when it gets here from
Julie Barrett
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
I let Chris drive to school this morning, and I was pleased to see that he was really paying attention this morning. He saw a crossing guard make a move preparatory to halting traffic and he came to a stop before she even blew her whistle.
Otherwise, the morning drive was filled with Important People. I knew they must be important, for they blasted through stop signs and sped through school zones, all while talking on their cell phones. Must be Important Business. In the school zone on the way back someone in a red Jeep impatiently tailgated me the entire time. I'm no fool; the police strictly enforce traffic laws along that stretch of road. I'd be the one they catch. Later, he zipped around me and got into the left turn lane at the next light. His head was bowed as he worshipped the god of the Text Message. Another Important Person.
I carry a phone, but mostly to make calls. If a call comes in, it's either an emergency or a wrong number. Or another piece of message spam from a church twenty miles from here. I don't know how they got my number, but whatever they do the messages go straight to voice mail, which makes me think I've missed a call. So I pull off the road, check my voice mail, and end up annoyed. Chris used to get voice mail spam for a travel agency until we changed his phone number. I hate that. There's no mechanism that I can determine to get my number off of the list. Isn't that supposed to be illegal, even for non-profits?
Finished the big, hairy database project yesterday. Now I await the inevitable bug reports.
More research last night. I know: There's a time when I've got to stop procrastinating and start putting fingers to the keyboard. To be fair, I outlined a few plot points the other night. I have a long deadline, so I'm not worried.
Paul and I went out last night and bought new bowling shoes. I'd picked up my current ones for something like ten bucks when Kmart closed up shop in Texas. That was a long time ago, and the leather (probably faux) is cracking. Paul's were falling apart as well. So now I have something on which to blame my bad bowling!
Next entry: The Round Robin Photo Challenge for this week. The pictures didn't come out as well as I'd hoped, but we'll see...
Tags: Life