Tuesday, October 28, 2008
A Fair Day
This is another picture I took over near Deltaville last week. Is it just me or does that building appear to be slanting a bit? I already know the answer to that rhetorical question.
I was perusing Middle Sister's childhood diary recently and came upon an interesting entry:
Friday, November 12, 1978
"Today when I woke up it was raining. When we got to school it was snowing. Theresa and I tried to make a snowman, but the boys kept on recking (sic) our balls. John threw a snowball at me, hit me in the leg and it STUNG! We went in and our shoes were soaking wet! After school we went to the dentist and we have to use a special floride (sic) toothpaste. I only had 1 cavity. I don't have any homework.
- Middle Sister
Let's see now, to recap what has just been told here:
1. Middle Sis woke up to a rainy day. (Bad, in my book.)
2. It turned to snow. (Good, in my book.)
3. She was playing outside with John. (Good, because I had a crush on him.)
4. The boys kept wrecking their attempts to build a snowman (Bad.)
5. John hit her in the leg so hard it stung. (Bad.)
6. They weren't wearing boots so their feet were cold and wet. (Bad.)
7. SHE HAD TO GO TO THE DENTIST after school. (Bad. Really bad. Traumatic. Horrendous. So bad on so many levels. Dentists are trained torture inflicters.)
8. SHE HAD A CAVITY. (See above. Bad.)
9. No homework. (Good.)
Let's tally the score, shall we?
Bad - 6
Good - 3
I'd say that was a pretty crappy day myself. Middle Sister called it a fair day.
She has a much higher tolerance for crappy than I do.
Or perhaps, she's just a tad more optimistic.
Or, maybe she was so used to being tortured by me by that point that even getting pounded with a snowball and having a cavity after a trip to the dentist sounded like a walk in the park.