A little gibberish...

Well, my most respected fellow blogger, Mel, left me a hint that it was time to get back to blogging. Lent was over a week ago.

I have no eloquent first-post-after-Lent prepared. It's late on Sunday evening. Little Dorrit is on the telly. Mr. Dorrit just told Amy that she couldn't go back to England with him because she wasn't yet presentable. I want to smack that man upside of his head! Poor Amy.

There were so many moments during Lent that I had things I wanted to blog about but now I don't remember them. Of course.

Except for the bit about chimpanzees.

(This may get a little too gruesome for some...)

I've developed something of a thing about chimpanzees. After that woman was attacked in Connecticut, I watched an interview with a couple who had suffered a similar attack in California a few years previous. The man lost the use of his hands and now wears a prosthetic nose. I later read that the woman in Connecticut had lost her hands and that her face was, um, completely disfigured.

So, I put one case together with another case and figured that this is what chimpanzees do when they attack. They destroy your face and hands. I don't even want to look at a chimpanzee now. What a horrible thing to happen to someone.

Anyway...

Life has been busy, busy, busy. I wish that I had pressed myself to focus more on the spiritual during Lent. I guess it was still something that I stuck to my decision not to blog or use Facebook or Twitter. I think I still missed out, though.

I've been interning at the local community college and really enjoying it. I've learned quite a bit, about teaching and being in a professional work environment. I hope to do some more work there next semester.

(Oh gosh. Little Dorrit is killing me. Mr. Dorrit is completely loony about any connections to his past. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Poor John Chivery is still sick with love for Amy. Oh, I hope this all has a happy ending.)

Well, I needed to get something down. Sorry it was so random and bizarre. Tomorrow I hope for a proper Sleeping with Bread post.

Quirks R Us

Tonight I made myself a cup of tea.  The the tea kettle started whistling.  As it did, I realized that I have developed this quirk in my tea making.

Some years ago, I read that when you make tea, it is supposed to be boiling water that you pour over your tea.  The same article said that Americans don't know how to make/serve tea.  The water is never hot enough.

Ever since then, I will not turn off my whistling kettle until my cup is warmed (a whole other quirk) and the tea bag in place.  If I haven't prepared the cup while the water is heating up, I just leave it whistling until I am good and ready.

Now, I know perfectly well that 30 to 60 seconds is not likely to make a difference in the tea. But if I turn it off before the cup is ready, the water won't actually be boiling.  

That's just silly.

What about you?  Care to share a quirk or two?