Orange Mystery

This was the view from my window Saturday afternoon. I'm very fond of my view. Lots of varying buildings... Sunshine... Lake... Balloon....

Wait--what? Balloon? What is that doing there?

Maybe I was just seeing things...

Hm. nope. Still there. And it was still there after I went to get my camera. And it was still there after the obligatory attempt to take a photo with the lens cap.

That orange hovering entity of some sort remained floating in approximately the same area of blue sky until the next morning when I woke up and the sky was back to its favorite shade of gray. I could not, however, remain in my bed all day staring at the mystery like I wanted. Something was going to happen with that balloon, and I was going to miss it for some nonsense obligation called a job. Psh. Job.


When I came back it was gone. And now I'll never know...

Government Money

Okay so my work study job? Not all that difficult. I work weekend college which––contrary to what you may think––does not happen every weekend. Weekend students meet every third weekend, and, unlike us lowly weekday readers, they get meals at Shimer. That's where I come in. Discussing three weeks worth of great books can work up quite an appetite.

But since technically I'm only reeeally working when a meal is nearing... there happens to be quite a bit of free time.

So. Let's review. Lot's of free time, but lots of hours. Only have to work every third weekend. So how did I end up with this job?

Yes, weekend college students just happen to need early mornings to cram in all those intelligent conversations.

Which means they need their coffee started even earlier than early morning.

And their breakfast set out.

In an aesthetically pleasing way of course.

Oh and they're going to need something on which to eat all that brain food. Roll some tables out? Make sure it's before people show up.

You might have to be a little particular about having six chairs at each table...
(all right, maybe that's just me)

And yeah. Those mornings? Saturday and Sunday mornings? I'm not sure if you're aware... but they follow Friday and Saturday nights. So yeah. That's why I have this job.

Spring

This morning I woke up very confused about the tops of buildings...

I opened my eyes a bit more.

is that...? oh. yeah. it is.

Isn't it March? Isn't it... spring? I was wearing sandals this week. And getting all sweaty when I rode my bike to babysit. I mean. I was still wearing a sweater, but this?

This is unacceptable. And not only that. But on the north side of the apartment? There were globs of ice-slush things stuck to the screen.

DO YOU SEE THESE THINGS?!?

But it's all okay. Because I have this:

Mmmmmm. Hot Cocoa. And it's even sort of okay that it's March and I'm drinking hot cocoa. Because tomorrow it's not going to precipitate. And if it does? It will be rain. Because it won't be 30˚F. SO THERE.