It’s two days until Thanksgiving and we have family coming to visit, so things are a bit crazy around here. A quick couple things I’m thinking about:
- I don’t particularly like (or dislike) The Beastie Boys, but I’ve usually thought of them as pretty honorable. That said, they’ve come down on the wrong side of the Goldie Blox parody question. Popehat has a better summary than I can offer, if you have no idea what I’m talking about.
- We took a great class at Fla’vour cooking school last night, all about pork (ribs, greens with pancetta, apple/cranberry compote, three-cheese macaroni bake, and bacon/maple cookies). Those cookies were amazing.
- I worked two sessions at the swim meet last weekend, and it was great fun, but alas I was only able to train for one of them. This throws off the schedule I’d set for myself. Now I need to find another meet I can go to. MINUTIAE ALERT: (I’m working on two certifications — USA swimming and YMCA. I’ve finished the YMCA Level 1, so I can work as a stroke and turn judge at those meets. For USA swimming, I have two more on-deck training sessions to do before I will be certified. At the meet this weekend, there were enough officials there on Saturday that I was able to pair with someone and train. On Sunday, however, there weren’t enough USA-certified trainers, so I worked instead.)
- I just finished Donald Westlake’s The Axe yesterday, so beginning today I’ll be reading an early copy of Scott Kenemore’s forthcoming novel, Zombie, Indiana. I can’t wait.
- I have a lot of grading to do in the coming week to set the stage for the final project push. My detective class turned in their creative projects over the last week, so I’ve got a lot of sweet stuff to review. This should be fun!
- It snowed yesterday. As I walked the kids home from school, Finn leaps and turns in front of me, trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue. Avery walks next to me as she usually does, her hand warm in mine through two gloves. Avery says, “It looks like the inside of one of those things you shake up.” “A snow globe?” I ask. “Yeah,” she says, “a snow globe.” The crossing guard agrees.
Enjoy your week, people.