C's paper: done
Next up: worry about what to do next.
New title for C's paper:
"For Argument's Sake: Bullshit, Social Class, and the Work of the Academy"
Coming soon to a Saturday near you. Shee-it.
My mother called me last night to ask how far I was from the devastating tornadoes that hit Springfield a few days ago. I tell her I'm about an hour away.
Mother: That's it?
Me: Yes. But we're fine.
Mother: What would you do if they came your way?
Me: Grab Belly and go to the basement.
Mother: What if your house blew up?
What if your house blew up?
Me: Well, I guess I'd go up with it. Me and the girl and the house, all up in the air.
What if your house blew up?
And they say I worry too much.
posted by aerobil @ 7:34 AM
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4 Comments:
What if your house blew up? Did she mean blow away maybe?
prolly.
Then you and your little dog would be carried away to a magical land, a pomo paradise filled with popcorn snow and lemonade rain. (Sorry, that last bit was in one of the later Oz books. I read them all. Nope, no desire to escape my childhood, not at all.)
But houses do sometimes blow-up in tordadoes, don't they? Huge pressure changes in a short period of time and, boom! I grew up with tornadoes, so I never even think about them anymore. Although, I'll admit to never having seen a house blow up.
I still remember getting a kick out of people in Syracuse getting worried about a thunderstorm. Since those happen in Arkansas every few days in the summer.
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