…that I cannot google “what would a normal human do in x situation?” That would be quite helpful at times.
Even Data had Captain Picard.
At swimming again (we’re doing it until I’m confident L will not drown in most reasonable situations and she just got bumped up a level so - we’re closer). There’s just enough fluorescent lighting and noise and echo that I feel really squirrelly.
L accidentally left her most prized stuffy at B’s house. We searched high and low and the house has three levels so we did our best but were unable to find Mrs. Monkey-Chawksps (?) and had to leave in order to do things like pick up my parents from the airport. I hope they find her and bring her to school soon. I don’t know how to phrase, “I know we said it was cool but actually it might not be cool? Can we search your mansion for a well-worn pink/purple/blue monkey? That’s all we want to do - I swear. We’re not casing the joint she’s just very attached!”
Further complicated by not knowing the person very well and not getting the best read on them. It’s probably mostly me. It’s one of those situations where I feel like that Jenny Slade bit where she enters a room and drops a mic down her pants to demonstrate how much dignity her name DOESN’T command. Not all situations are like that l. But this one is.
Hm. That reminds me that I’ve never seen Marcel the Shell With Shoes On the Movie.
Today I’ve been sending all the emails I meant to send out over the break but didn’t. Bit like shouting into the void, really. But I’m sure it’ll pick back up on Monday.
One of the nifty things about not actively working on assignments during swim lessons includes getting to notice all the fun swimmer hyper mobility types. Your scapulae probably SHOULDN’T be that lax, gang! Put that antecubital fossa back where it belongs! Low-impact sport my ass. Wink.
I have an idea for an Easter-themed burlesque show that I keep forgetting to share with the class and it is: Tease It to Jesus. Maybe this will help me remember.
I hope this helps!
Yours, etc.
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