Sunday, January 6, 2013

A Moment Of The Surreal

A few minutes ago, I looked up from what I was doing to the clock on the wall (one which, oddly enough, I STILL haven't switched back into MST).  As the time registered with me, the first thought that formed in my brain was, "The bell will ring in 2 minutes."
Well, no, it won't.  It's Sunday.  And I'm at home.  The bell doesn't ring here.
I suspect that the sheer number of years I've been teaching has done some damage to my psyche.


  1. I *can* hear the bells at the high school when I am home. Even on Sundays. And during Chritmas break.

    And now a non sequitur I had to share --- just in case you missed it while you were playing with your new toy.

    The following is from the Washington Post Style Invitational contest that asked readers to submit "instructions" for something (anything), but written in the style of a famous person. The winning entry was The Hokey Pokey (as written by William Shakespeare).

    O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
    Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
    Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
    Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
    Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
    A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
    To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
    Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
    The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
    Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.
    -- by "William Shakespeare"

    1. Yes, that Hokey Pokey version has been passed around since the pre-internet days. It's funny, isn't it?

      So, it sounds like you really did hear the bells on Christmas day their old, familiar carols play, then, right? *smirks*

  2. Oh yes, I know that feeling too well. I still wake up early expecting my babies to start screaming for food...they're all teenagers now.

  3. Thankfully, I was out of town on Christmas. At least until school hours were over, anyway.