The Grass is always greener... When it's subtropical
In the most shattering move of culture shock since arriving five months ago, today I witnessed the unthinkable.
Uni grounds crews are mowing. Not shoveling, not dispensing salt over ice slicked sidewalks, not huddled in doorways taking drags of cigarettes held in mittened hands to keep warm..... they were mowing. Mowing grass that has been growing all winter long, tending to bulbs of flowers now sprouting on the hill between the Union and Science complex, and continuing landscaping work around the busted gazeebo on the hill behind Cripps.
What is wrong with this country?
I'll side with Gore and go with Global Warming. An inconvenient truth? More like the most messed up February i've ever witnessed. This is supposed to be the bone-chilling English winter that we've braced ourselves for... snowless but still cold...
Maybe the Paidiea presentations today on our lengthy papers will bring me back to some sort of Lutherlibrium.
In other news, the G'rents have officially landed (or are in the air as i type), and Johnny makes the draw of a lifetime when he decides my rooming fate at 4pm CST and takes part in Room Draw for Baker.
Godspeed John, Pine Sofa Grand-rents.
posted by Kevin @ 11:39 AM
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