Well, at least they're not biased...
Greetings from the land of fall temps and allergy headaches. Margaret and I spent last night in Parsippany after Calvin and I drove up there to meet at the Sheraton. We had some exciting developments yesterday morning. The university called about the position she submitted her resume to, and left a message saying they were interested in speaking more with her. There was a phone interview yesterday when they asked basic questions about work experience, and the man that conducted that interview said he would recommend her for a formal interview. We don't know much about the pool of applicants, except that they all seem to have a great deal of work experience. Margaret is trying to be realistic about her chances, but I am house-hunting. I am very proud of her and walked around as a beaming husband yesterday.Calvin, on the other hand, I'm not so proud of. He was at his outpost behind the barn yesterday when I noticed that he had begun digging again. I thought it would be best to just let him learn the lessons of life on his own, so I left him alone. Five minutes later when I looked out, he was gone. Oh, the leash was still moving, and he was obviously attached to one end of it, but he was beyond sight. I went out and discovered that he had dug completely under the barn and was now stuck on the other side. I went around and found that he had wrapped himself around a pole and was desperate to get back out. I unwrapped him and made him crawl back under by himself. Since that time he has strayed far from the barn.
Classes have been busy this week, but I'm down to the last couple before the weekend. There have been some memorable experiences already in several of the lectures. The bio-medical ethics class is both exciting and heartbreaking because we view videos of real-life ethical dilemmas. The humanity course has been intriguing. I guess the most salient quote from that class has been, "I don't really care if Jesus and Mary Magdalene were lovers," delivered by the professor. I am going to enjoy the MLK, Jr. course for sure because the professor is an older gentleman who lived through much of the civil rights movement.
That's all for now, I have to run read Pat Buchanan's "Where the Right Went Wrong: How Neoconservatives Subverted the Reagan Revolution and Hijacked the Bush Presidency" for my class this afternoon. That sounds like a great Christmas gift, huh?
Love to everyone-
Mag and John
posted by John and Mag @ 8:41 AM
1 Comments:
Dear J & M,
Well, things really got rocking and rolling yesterday, huh! We keep our fingers crossed and our prayers steady that the opportunity for Margaret at Princeton might really happen. (Good luck house-hunting! or, more to the point, good luck MOVING if you find a house!)
I think I've figured what Calvin's problem is...he's not a dog after all. He's a badger! I'm not sure all this digging practice is welcome news for Hank and me, when he next comes for visits to Waco and SA. We may have to lay down green asphalt in our back yards.
Speaking of back yards, we've entered that wonderful time of the year when the Burk's backyard becomes an active repository for various and sundry critters. Recently Sara opened the lid of the washing machine to move a load to the dryer, only to find a 7.5 inch centipede actively squirming on the top of the load. He was clean, but clearly annoyed. I fetched him out of the load and put him in a zip lock and then into the freezer, so that we would have something to talk about if you ever come for a visit again. After 20 minutes I started feeling bad about it (I must becoming a bleeding heart liberal!), and took him out of the freezer. He was stiff, straight and motionless...until he spent 20 minutes in the sun! With that I took him to a field close by and turned him loose. The next morning, while watering plants I discovered a two foot snake skin in the flower bed, under the faucet. We'll keep you posted on what we find in the guest room, just so you'll know what combat gear to pack before the next visit.
Glad classes are interesting and going well, and we hope that not too many more nights in the Parsippany Sheraton will be needed before your lives become much more "schedule friendly".
Love the blogs and the updates, and love you two (three) the best of all.
Ken & Sara
San Antonio (aka, "Critterville")
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