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Mar. 4th, 2006 06:31 pmI'm done all my textbook reading for the week except for one assignment that's in a misprinted course manual. I just have my essays, an English assignment, and some Reformation seminar work to do this week. I'm up to 1111 words in my first essay, for Canadian History. I was having some trouble getting it started (I still haven't done the introduction paragraph) but it's starting to write itself. I have most of tonight and tomorrow to work on it before I have to start working on my Reformation paper, which will take a bit longer. I don't want to jinx it, but I think I might just make the deadlines. Barely, but I think I might make it.
I have to say, the Canadian History project is rather educational for the family history. There's a story about my great-great-grandfather, who bought a house and some furniture, including the dining room set we have now, from a woman with a blind pig. For years my mother thought it was actually a blind pig, but in one of my books it uses the phrase blind pig to mean a moonshine operation. It's rather appropriate, because my great-great-grandfather ran a winemaking business that got shut down by the provincial police for operating without a licence!
You can tell that spring is on its way--our house is starting to get an infestation of large black ants. We think they used to live in a rotting tree in the front yard, but now they live in the rotting timbers of our house. They especially congregated in my mother's lunch bag in the hall, which had a knife with apple juice on it inside. But when the ants in the lunch bag were dumped outside, they shrivelled up and began to die because it's too cold outside. It's nice and warm in the walls, but not on the front porch. So now we're going to use some sugar and ant poison in a used cat food can to make makeshift ant traps.
I have to say, the Canadian History project is rather educational for the family history. There's a story about my great-great-grandfather, who bought a house and some furniture, including the dining room set we have now, from a woman with a blind pig. For years my mother thought it was actually a blind pig, but in one of my books it uses the phrase blind pig to mean a moonshine operation. It's rather appropriate, because my great-great-grandfather ran a winemaking business that got shut down by the provincial police for operating without a licence!
You can tell that spring is on its way--our house is starting to get an infestation of large black ants. We think they used to live in a rotting tree in the front yard, but now they live in the rotting timbers of our house. They especially congregated in my mother's lunch bag in the hall, which had a knife with apple juice on it inside. But when the ants in the lunch bag were dumped outside, they shrivelled up and began to die because it's too cold outside. It's nice and warm in the walls, but not on the front porch. So now we're going to use some sugar and ant poison in a used cat food can to make makeshift ant traps.
