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March 7, 1997
The lights were flickering so much yesterday that I finally shut off the computer, the printer, etc. in case of power failure. The radio was claiming there were numerous power failures all over the place. Odd since it wasn't a storm. Just wind. Therefore, yesterday's entry was short.
Today we have snow flurries while the sun is out. There is a clear line of demarcation between the weather patterns. No snow in Andover. Merrimack College is the dividing line. This happens a lot.
Slept late. Drank coffee. Observed that one of the baristas at Starbucks who had dyed his hair bright yellow yesterday is now sporting a white/blonde look. His hairdresser dashed over to Starbucks from the hair salon with some magic formula for removing yellow. The kid looks much better bleached blonde than bright yellow. Odd. In the US it's the kids who dye their hair bright unnatural colors. In Russia, it's the elderly women. Babushka's with purple hair are a fixture on the trolley. Didn't see any bright yellow in Russia though: red, green, purple, blue... no yellow.
Picked up kids at Florence Roche school. Drove them home, then to piano. Andrea and I sat in the car playing with stuffed animals - stuffed animals love jumping out the sunroof of my car and sliding down the windshield - and watching birds. Andrea correctly identified girl downy woodpecker, boy downy woodpecker, and black capped chickadee - only one chickadee today not 7 million. We had to look in the bird book to see if boy and girl black capped chickadees look the same or different. Andrea put the back seat down and crawled into the trunk to my amazing traveling library for the book. We discovered boys and girls look the same. Andrea liked the pictures of other kinds of chickadees and wanted to know where each kind lived. She couldn't quite decipher the range maps (she's only 5!) so I explained where each one live. The one she liked the best was the Siberian Tit. I told her we'd have to go to Alaska or Russia to see one.
Elizabeth has an ear infection so we drove from Mrs. Reed's house to the doctor's office and I handed the kids over to Kevin there and headed on home.
I took a nap immediately on arriving home, awakened only when Nikki called to find out how to contact the cat shelter on behalf of a friend who has to get rid of her cat and doesn't want it killed. I gave her the info. We made semi-plans to get together on Sunday.
My knee is better and clearly feels like muscle thing not a deep venous blood clot. Doctors are more alarming than they need to be.
Thank you, Diane! Nobody has ever suggested I was erudite before. Although ...
Last week at the Huun-Huur-Tu concert a woman from Maine who sat next to us kept asking questions about Tuva and Russia and Buddhism, which I answered. I showed her where Tuva was on the map and she exclaimed: "Are you a teacher?" "Nope?" "How do you know all this stuff?" "I read a lot."
I've always dreamed of starting a support group for adults who spent too much time in the library as children.