Dr. Brannen Explores the Space-Time Continuum
A few weeks ago I told the graduate students that the due date for applications for the Dissertation Fellowship was Friday April 15, but then it turned out that though there was such a date at some point, it wasn't this year, so I had to explain that I meant the Friday the 15th that was really the 16th.
Yesterday I needed to drive to the graduation ceremonies for a beloved former student who was becoming a Really Truly Medical Doctor, even though she had started out her collegiate career with an undergraduate degree in English from us, and the ceremony was only 20 minutes away, but it took me an hour and a half (good thing I'd provided extra time) on account of I drove down the wrong street. For a long way. Several times.
I knew it was the wrong street at the time, too, cause it wasn't in my directions. But it FELT like the right street, which is why I drove down it. And I figure that probably there's some giant cosmic reason that the universe needed me to drive down that street several times even though it hadn't anything to do with where I was going or where I'd been. I'll never know, though.
Then this morning Sam asked me if I'd remembered Mother's Day, and I said yes I had and I'd planned a very nice thing for my Mom and I was very happy about it.
And then the child asked me if he and his dad could grill steaks for me for Mothers' Day (this is on account of the demure femininity of me, which requires Hunks of Dead Meat on Major Occasions.) And I said, sure, but I didn't need to put the steaks on the shopping list, cause Mother's Day isn't till next week.
And they said no, it's tomorrow.
And I said no, it's next week.
And they said, no, it's tomorrow.
And I looked on the calendar and the calendar said it was tomorrow.
All of which goes to explain why there is no lovely thing with which I am very happy arriving in Albuquerque today.
Hi, Mom! I love you bunches!
And I DID remember Mother's Day!
But I remembered the one that's next week, and not the one they put on the calendar, alas.
Now, let's see if I can drive home from the office.....
Yesterday I needed to drive to the graduation ceremonies for a beloved former student who was becoming a Really Truly Medical Doctor, even though she had started out her collegiate career with an undergraduate degree in English from us, and the ceremony was only 20 minutes away, but it took me an hour and a half (good thing I'd provided extra time) on account of I drove down the wrong street. For a long way. Several times.
I knew it was the wrong street at the time, too, cause it wasn't in my directions. But it FELT like the right street, which is why I drove down it. And I figure that probably there's some giant cosmic reason that the universe needed me to drive down that street several times even though it hadn't anything to do with where I was going or where I'd been. I'll never know, though.
Then this morning Sam asked me if I'd remembered Mother's Day, and I said yes I had and I'd planned a very nice thing for my Mom and I was very happy about it.
And then the child asked me if he and his dad could grill steaks for me for Mothers' Day (this is on account of the demure femininity of me, which requires Hunks of Dead Meat on Major Occasions.) And I said, sure, but I didn't need to put the steaks on the shopping list, cause Mother's Day isn't till next week.
And they said no, it's tomorrow.
And I said no, it's next week.
And they said, no, it's tomorrow.
And I looked on the calendar and the calendar said it was tomorrow.
All of which goes to explain why there is no lovely thing with which I am very happy arriving in Albuquerque today.
Hi, Mom! I love you bunches!
And I DID remember Mother's Day!
But I remembered the one that's next week, and not the one they put on the calendar, alas.
Now, let's see if I can drive home from the office.....
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