Imet, who calls me “boss man,” went ahead and gave me TWO hams and TWO sausages at breakfast this morning. I don’t know if he heard me hinting yesterday or not; maybe he just felt my telekinetic vibes telling him that one of each wasn’t going to be enough. Lots of bald men speak a silent, coded language, the way twins do! Turns out, I have twins all over the world. And we give each other secret double helpings of food.
Cuckoo, cuckoo, what do you do?
In April I open my bill;
In May I sing all day;
In June I change my tune;
In July away I fly;
In August away I must.
I sort of identify with that. The beginning of summer is always so energetic, so refreshing, and so anticipatory. And then time goes on, and it’s beautiful and you’re happy, and then July hits and you start feeling it winding down. By August I’m back in my office, and students start knocking on my door again. It’s a summer cycle, I guess. I’m just happy it’s still June.
In this same vein, we were followed along the tour by three old ladies in wheelchairs, who we insensitively called “stitchy” “hair loss” and “big mouth.” Big mouth had a lot of things to say, hair loss didn’t like to sit still, and stitchy had a lot of stitches in various places, including her eyebrows. It was an adventure to have these ladies hot on our tail!