That freezer must be from the 1970s...even earlier. It has stored venison, steaks, pork chops and ice-cream for years. The last few times I've been to Syracuse, however, I've notice there's no room for any meat any longer because it turned into a thick block of ice. I knew it needed to be unplugged and thawed out, and that is exactly what they accomplished yesterday. Chitunga acting as Nanook of the North.
I'm trying to figure out where my Saturday went, and don't feel nearly as productive as family in CNY. I did have a day long teacher meeting on campus, followed by a cake-baking festival, dog walk, and revision of the ol' vita to 5 pages for a project. I answered emails and touched base with summer teachers, and organized a few more plans for the labs. Then I looked up and it was 10 p.m. and I was fried.
I wouldn't mind Hermione's time device to freeze time and/or to be two places at once. I can't get everything off the agenda like I want to. I wish I was able to chisel as productive as Chitunga on my dad's freezer.
Chiseling Chitunga...that's alliteration.
Alright. Time to write. I'm taking the afternoon off for a birthday party (Dolphy Day in Monroe).