June 2
Crackling



I’m crackling around the edges, I can feel little shards of myself staring to splinter away. But I refuse to totally crack. I have to get through these last two weeks of the school year. I have to hold it together and get my work done. I can’t let go yet.



Work is downright nuts. I’ve never had an ending so crammed with meetings and testing and reports, usually I’m finished by now, but not this year. I’m going to be meeting right up till the bitter end.

I have a report that was due today, but I only just finished testing the kid, so I’ll have to find time to write it this weekend. I just don’t know when.

My apartment is really torn apart and in desperate need of at least a surface attempt at organizing. I know I don’t have the energy to do a complete job, but I do need to at least make it semi-presentable.

Sunday will be a lost cause. The chorus is singing at a big celebration in town (the 300 anniversary of the town) so the afternoon will be taken up with that. The morning will be taken up with church and then my mother wants the whole family to go to brunch. We are all so protective of her that of course we’ll go.

I usually write reports Sunday night, but this weekend is the Tony Awards. I love the Tony Awards (and they always send me into a "I have to get to New York Frenzy"). I have the last fifteen years (at leas) on videotape. I look forward to seeing all the production numbers and start salivating over the shows that I MUST see.



I’ll be ready to jump out a window before school comes to an end.

I also have to write up the final report on the little girl that I’ve been doing the reading program with. Our last observation was yesterday, and I have to hand in the last of the paperwork next Thursday at the last seminar. Your probably heard all of us shouting hooray as we put away all the stupid components of this program.

So much to do and so little time…



Listening to: Don Henly (the new one)

Reading: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azabakan

Weather: 88, humid

Trivia: What kind of spider combs its silk into a wooly strand?

Cribellate spiders have special structures on their legs that they use to comb their silk into a fluffy, wooly strand. Their silk is composed of thousands of microscopic threads, with a few thicker threads to give it tensile strength. The silk of cribellate spiders does not have sticky glue like the web silk of non-cribellate spiders. It is the fluffy microthreads that trap the prey insects, by entangling in their body hairs. How does the silk get so finely divided? The fluffy stuff comes out of a special extra spinneret called the cribellum. It has thousands of tiny pores, and the leg combs are used to draw it out.

Cool word: mesa [n. MAY-suh]

A mesa is a high, flat-topped natural elevation with steep edges. Found primarily in the American Southwest and Mexico, mesas are thought to have formed when a relatively hard top rock layer protected the layers beneath it from the erosion that wore away surrounding rock. In use in English since the 18th century, mesa is actually a Spanish word taken from the Latin mensa for table. Mesas are often contrasted with buttes. A butte [n. byoot] is an isolated hill that also has a flat top and steep sides. The difference is that the butte is taller than it is wide. In the early 19th century, the word butte was taken from French. It comes from the Middle French bute.
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