May 29 Benjamin
1. Today I dumpstered dozens (which, by the way, is a strange word. You can say “dozens”—it’s considered an acceptable form for the plural of “dozen”, when it’s … unspecific. But (at least in the parts of this country that I’m from), you would *not* say, for instance, “five dozens” or “8 dozens”. Instead you would say “five dozen” or “eight dozen”, as in “I’d like 3 dozen doughnuts (or, as is increasingly used in this country, “donuts”)”. So it’s “dozens” for the plural when unspecific, but “dozen” for the plural when specific. And that’s just weird. But I digress.) of beautiful, aromatic red and white roses—36 of them, to be exact. I guess they were specific to memorial day and thus were no longer saleable. Or something. Now they are gracing our counter/table in two vases, looking gorgeous. That went well because I checked the dumpster, and because I persisted in the face of a rude onslaught of “You shouldn’t be in our trash” and such from a nasty horrible manager type person at the local supermarket. (well, actually, I humbly acquiesced, and then came back later when she was gone)
2. I got 12 out of 12 on my psych stats quiz this morning. That’s went well because I did the reading twice.
3. I had a brillig time at the park with my two lovely daughters and my lovely wife, lying on the grass in the late afternoon sun, and then playing freeze tag on that same grass with the three of them. At one point my wife and I were just laying there soaking up the delicious warmth and laze of the sun, and my two lovely daughters, giggling uproariously, ran over and flung themselves on top of us with wild glee and abandon. Awesome. That went well because I somehow mustered the energy (mostly from a sense of “oughty/should”, which I generally purposefully contradict with great glee and force, but not this time) to herd us all down to the park to run some of the pre-bedtime wiggles out.