Monday, March 15, 2010

Captain's Blog: If I Was Floating in Space, My Feet Would Not Hurt This Much

Stardate: Way past bedtime

The little people are in bed, and I'm trying hard not to be envious. They don't have to grade papers, and there are four of them to generate schoolwork and only one of me to deal with it.

(Although two of the little people aren't really so little anymore, and they insist that they're really ensigns by now. I maintain that unless you clean the bathroom once a week, you cannot be promoted to ensign. Also, ensigns must be able to swab. It is a longstanding tradition, and I refuse to be the kind of captain who doesn't observe the formalities of swabbing.)

Also, two of them don't have to deal with physics or trigonometry. Somehow that should benefit me, but I can't quite figure out how yet.

It's been a long and busy day, and I decided to make it longer by making banana bread and streusel topped strawberry muffins. (Please note that being able to bake floofy snacks is not required in order to be a captain, but it does make for a happier crew. Also note that spell-check denies floofy is a word. It's objection to my using the word is duly noted and ignored.)

Somewhere along the way, my feet got really tired of standing in the kitchen. I think it was because I was wearing my old shoes. All I know for a fact is that if I was floating in space, my feet would not hurt this much. But on the other hand, I've gotten sort of used to oxygen. Decisions, decisions. I think I'm better off here.

Muffins, anyone?


  1. I can swab. I have done it before. However, you've never given any lesson for cleaning the bathroom.