Full Parking Lot

The college parking lot is almost never this full. The lot is full the first three weeks of the semester and on graduation day. So as I started to drive away this afternoon about 3:00, I decided to drive up to the athletic field to see if I could get a better perspective.

I was at the campus today because for the first time in a long time I have Wednesday Writing Center duty for just an hour in the late morning, so I exited the lab to head for my office and managed to have few interruptions and therefore did some prep for next week and work some on my online course lessons.

After the move back from my temporary office, I've gotten most of my things organized, but it sure looked like a war zone when we first saw it two weeks ago. The seven of us who were moved out last February and now back again in late August have lost lots of our own belongings. I'm glad I took most of my things with me. Most of the others did not because they were told they didn't need to. So everyone is poking in and out of each other's offices asking, "Hey, is this yours?" or "Did you find a box of children's lit books?" and so on. Stuff just got dumped back into any old office rather than the office it belonged in.

All of us have been more than polite with the administrators, but our stuff is just not getting returned to us, so today the emails started flying. I think seven people are just about to make some ruckus. The president of the faculty senate is one of the seven. She carries lots of clout. So we'll see.

Today is our grandson Emerson's 20th birthday. He is the youngest of our three grandchildren, and then there's little Tristan, our 4-year-old great-grandson. Anyway, I watched for Emerson when I was on the campus today because he takes classes there. He works afternoons and evenings Monday through Thursday, so there's no gathering to celebrate this evening. We can hardly believe he is 20.

Tomorrow afternoon we leave for the Central Coast of California. The trip is a little for pleasure and a little not so pleasurable. I'll write about that tomorrow or the next day.

So this evening we gave all three dogs a bath, Chloe, Mitzi, and Max. Tomorrow we'll leave them at the kennel. We thought they'd enjoy being clean. They don't much appreciate getting a bath, but oh do they love being clean. When I wrap them in a towel to use the blowdryer, they roll all over the counter top. They are crazy. So now they are all clean and fluffy and they smell so good. (Well little Chloe is not exactly fluffly, but then she's not a shih-tzu like Mitzi and Max.)

Good night from Southern California.
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol