Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Trina Letter - Fountains of Noise

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Hey, Navy:

I’m typing this in class, which is pretty much on auto-pilot right now. I design my courses so the students work on assignments either from the book or from handouts. Inmates are a different type of student: my theory is they retain lessons much better when the teacher gets out of the way and lets them discover the material for themselves. After several semesters of prison teaching, I ain’t seen nothing to prove my theory wrong, yet.

As for the news around the house, the big story is Uncle Dennis and Aunt-elect Nicki decided to get married in Reno in June instead of Ireland. YM wasn’t surprised and it sounds like your seesters weren’t, either, but they all got passports out of the deal. I don’t know if Lara is taking the semester off, yet, because the main reason she was taking it off no longer applies, but I’m hoping she takes it off. She’s been working real hard and needs a break.

Danielle finished her third manuscript, which I find nothing less than amazing. We’re all going to be related to someone real famous. YM is not enjoying her time in the Hellmouth on King Street (you know how she gets sometimes) but she’s reving up for Christmas. Things are appearing out of storage in the garage, and there are garlands and other Noel things up on the walls. We’re probably getting a tree very soon but I’m thinking that when you get here, we’ll run out and get Charlie Brown tree. Lord knows we’re got enough decorations for two trees.

As for me, life is pretty much the same. I got my annual ear infection so I’m feeling a little light in the head (no smartass remarks, please), and I’m taking antibiotics that are the weight and size of an American quarter. I’ll probably stay home tomorrow and sleep all day. My hearing aid broke and is getting repaired, so my world is pretty quiet right now (except for the usual tennitis). My classes are winding down for the semester and I’m debating with myself whether to teach in the Spring. At one point, I wasn’t, but now I’m told I have three classes. It’s hard to keep up, sometimes.

We got our first serious snowfall of the season and were ‘blessed’ with about an inch on the valley floors. It got so cold, our neighbor’s outdoor sprinkler system blew a valve and water was gushing everywhere, higher than their bedrooms windows, in fact. As Murphy’s Law would have it, they were out of town, naturally. The neighbor around the corner had the tools to shut the water off at their main next to the street. It looks like we caught the fountain in time before it did any damage to their house and foundation, fortunately.

Since I don’t think it’s possible for a letter to get even more boring, I’ll wrap this one up by saying we miss hearing from you and hope you can write/call soon.

All my love,
Air Force

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