Wilma
As it turns out, this one was “for real.” Sunday, after doing laundry and picking up a copy of Batman Begins, we grilled churrasco and huddled together on Apt. 1’s couch watching Christian Bale depict the best Batman ever. I went to bed late, hardly thinking about the category 3 storm that was on its … Continue reading
Storm Front
Well, thunder still crackles through a grey sky here in Miami, but the bront of the storm has passed. Katrina burst into my life in not quite a happy time, thoroughly disrupting my already disjointed routine with more catastrophic news. Wednesday night, on my way to our first PLC (Professional Learning Community; TFA likes to … Continue reading
Aftermath
Yeah, about that. I’ve been a little out of touch lately, due to several external forces completely beyond my control, the first of which being a non-functional 5 year old mouse. Yes, that’s right, the litle Macintosh rodent kicked the bucket circa Tuesday evening, leaving me lesson plan-less, and without any way to access the … Continue reading
Isabel is a Bitch
So apparently MSNBC is on “the Strip” reporting live through the hurricane, Waterside is under water, and I wouldn’t doubt that Norfolk is a veritable miasma. Talked to the padres last night, and my dad bought a brand new flashlight/lantern/am-fm radio thingie in preparation. Personally, I think that hurricane season is just an excuse to … Continue reading
Amarga 