You know what I took in to my own hands, again? Shortly after that last post, I waltzed up to the guidance counselor and said, "Greenhouse meeting! Friday morning!" And she dutifully emailed the principal to get her approval and eventually that all happened and then she sent out an email to our trusty team of like twelve teachers (neglecting to mention the location of this meeting, which in our enormous building is actually somewhat of a concern, but you know what, A HIDDEN MEETING IS BETTER THAN NO MEETING), and after all that, it is more than likely we'll open late tomorrow. For roughly an inch of snow. I hope I'm wrong! The one day, the ONE day that sorry greenhouse stood a chance at its journey toward repair, might be taken away due to Maryland's inability to understand snow. Cross your fingers, everyone, for A REGULAR DAY OF SCHOOL TOMORROW.
You know what I love? When the seatbelt catches you when the car stops or turns suddenly or at a great deceleration. Basically, when the car thinks an accident is afoot, even when you know it's clearly not. That precaution! That comforting hug restraining you! It's so... safe! Soothing! Helpful! By the same token, somehow I always innately understood that if the seatbelt isn't coming when you pull it to first put it on, it means you're pulling too hard, and the car thinks you're in an accident. Go easy!, I have gently chided many a carmate.
You know what I never understood? The frequent, regularly spaced doors in the walls next to highways. Now, I think I understand the walls next to highways. They keep the deer out? But the doors! There is never anyone maintaining these slim margins. Who goes through there? When? And why exactly? Speaking of which, having moved to Lanham, MD, we have seen people walking the highway. Yes, walking the highway. We call them, appropriately, "highway walkers." What are they doing? Where are they going? Where are they coming from? We will never know, but we certainly ask. It's not often, like daily; it's just happened more than a few times. Are the doors in the highway walls for highway walkers?