Now we're down to it. Too much like other Mondays to be pleasant. My co-teacher had to get ready to go up to her dad, who is in the hospital. Kids were so crappy that they lost PE for bullying a bunch of 4th graders. Yech. A couple of them stopped by later on and wanted to wash their muddy hands, then wanted to stay and hang out and talk about all kinds of trivia. Tomorrow they may be calling me a fag, but tonight, we got along famously. They are funny that way. Of course, that kind of thing does tend to humanize one, I suppose.
Tonight's entertainment was a survey of the river. Twice. And it was very different. We went down at about 6 o'clock, as word had passed that the ice was on the move. So it was. A most impressive sight. Several people were down at the end of the runway watching, and one had binoculars. He thought that it looked as if a dam was building up downriver. It was hard to tell with the naked eye.
We went back out at about 11:00. The ice flow has definitely come to a screeching halt, and the water is rising on the slough. It is a very impressive sight in its own way, although the idea of flooding is not all that welcome. I haven't checked the tide charts to see whether we are currently (12:12 am) at high or low tide or somewhere in between. I can still hear basketballs bouncing and birds singing. Those are not sounds that I normally associate with midnight. It will be interesting to see what the morning brings.
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