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Of Tanagers, Robins and Auto Parts
Feb. 10th, 2013 10:41 amI think I saw a summer tanager this morning. I say "think" because (1) summer tanagers are rare in Lawn Guyland even during the warm months and (2) it is definitely not one of the warm months. Yet there it was perched on the snowy roof, all red and sassy, and eying me with its beady little eyes: I was a dinosaur once, shitface. I ran to get my camera, but by the time I returned, it had flown off.
Still. If it was a summer tanager, then my predictions of an early spring are spot on.
RTT resurrected both his FB account and his Twitter feed, which gives me ample opportunity to spy on him as a mother should. Yesterday he wrote something that made me really sad: I'm at a college I don't really care about doing something I don't really believe in because I want to follow the standard and succeed. I know he's having huge problems with calculus, which is kind of like the Keys to the Kingdom so far as any science curriculum is concerned. But I'd been under the impression that he was really loving Syracuse. He took on an impossible class load this semester, an act of hubris that's typical of smart people his age. He'd be even smarter if he dropped a class or two, but he doesn't listen to me.
Maybe I should tell him, Man up, wuss! Take more classes! Then he'd drop everything but 12 units. It's worth a try, I suppose.
In other news, the automotive parts cataloguing is driving me a bit batty. But I keep telling myself: Means to an end! I have several play dates scheduled for the coming week to look forward to. I am buying my freedom, one purge valve at a time.
Still. If it was a summer tanager, then my predictions of an early spring are spot on.
RTT resurrected both his FB account and his Twitter feed, which gives me ample opportunity to spy on him as a mother should. Yesterday he wrote something that made me really sad: I'm at a college I don't really care about doing something I don't really believe in because I want to follow the standard and succeed. I know he's having huge problems with calculus, which is kind of like the Keys to the Kingdom so far as any science curriculum is concerned. But I'd been under the impression that he was really loving Syracuse. He took on an impossible class load this semester, an act of hubris that's typical of smart people his age. He'd be even smarter if he dropped a class or two, but he doesn't listen to me.
Maybe I should tell him, Man up, wuss! Take more classes! Then he'd drop everything but 12 units. It's worth a try, I suppose.
In other news, the automotive parts cataloguing is driving me a bit batty. But I keep telling myself: Means to an end! I have several play dates scheduled for the coming week to look forward to. I am buying my freedom, one purge valve at a time.
