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daemonluna) wrote2011-02-01 09:53 pm
daemonluna) wrote2011-02-01 09:53 pm
Some days are more surreal than others
Things of random:
Today, I kicked a group of fourteen year old boys out of the library for randomly yelling out "jizzmonkey!" in the kids' section at lunchtime. I am one minor incident away from calling parents, lemme tell ya, because we're kicking the same group out every day. Yesterday, it was throwing orange segments at each other.
Last night, at quarter to twelve, we were both about ready for bed. And then Barb noticed that the air from the vents was decidedly lukewarm, quickly turning to cold. It was -31C outside (about -24 F). We now both know how to turn the power to the furnace, restart the pilot light, and when that doesn't work, call someone to make a late-night service call. Thank god for the gas fireplace! The furnace was fully restored to functionality at about 1:30 am, and unlike the roof, does not need replacing.
Sidenote: while waiting for the repair guy to come, I knitted another full inch on the glacially slow wee little babyhat for coworker. Yay?
Another random nighttime story: one of the people at my library branch said that as she and her husband were getting ready for bed last night, he heard footsteps in the house. Further investigation revealed their daughter lying sideways in her bed, sleepwalking in place against the wall. Hee!
A few nights ago, I dreamt was at the storyteller class at the library, that our new children's librarian is teaching, andzulu was there visiting, and there were close to forty people there (instead of four to six) and it was running WAY overtime. And then I was Jeff from Community, and zulu's dad and brother kidnapped me to impart secret-society type knowledge about her family that it was crucial that bell know before the wedding...
The big secret...
...zulu's family are clog dancers! All of them! Well, in the dream. I have never seen any of them clog dance in actuality. Although the more I think about it, the more likely it seems...
Here is a random link, just forzulu and bell!
Today, I kicked a group of fourteen year old boys out of the library for randomly yelling out "jizzmonkey!" in the kids' section at lunchtime. I am one minor incident away from calling parents, lemme tell ya, because we're kicking the same group out every day. Yesterday, it was throwing orange segments at each other.
Last night, at quarter to twelve, we were both about ready for bed. And then Barb noticed that the air from the vents was decidedly lukewarm, quickly turning to cold. It was -31C outside (about -24 F). We now both know how to turn the power to the furnace, restart the pilot light, and when that doesn't work, call someone to make a late-night service call. Thank god for the gas fireplace! The furnace was fully restored to functionality at about 1:30 am, and unlike the roof, does not need replacing.
Sidenote: while waiting for the repair guy to come, I knitted another full inch on the glacially slow wee little babyhat for coworker. Yay?
Another random nighttime story: one of the people at my library branch said that as she and her husband were getting ready for bed last night, he heard footsteps in the house. Further investigation revealed their daughter lying sideways in her bed, sleepwalking in place against the wall. Hee!
A few nights ago, I dreamt was at the storyteller class at the library, that our new children's librarian is teaching, and
zulu was there visiting, and there were close to forty people there (instead of four to six) and it was running WAY overtime. And then I was Jeff from Community, and zulu's dad and brother kidnapped me to impart secret-society type knowledge about her family that it was crucial that bell know before the wedding...The big secret...
...
zulu's family are clog dancers! All of them! Well, in the dream. I have never seen any of them clog dance in actuality. Although the more I think about it, the more likely it seems...Here is a random link, just for
zulu and bell!
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I still have NO CLUE where the clog dancing came from in my subconscious...
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Her dad and sister did take me skating last night (with me in boots)-- maybe it was codeword for that :D