The pictures were taken on my Blackberry.
I’m ambivalent about spring coming. The temperature is warmer but the dogs are muddier, and there’s no dramatic hoar frost.
The worst part of the thaw is that all of the trash, dead animals, and dog shit that has accumulated all winter is now visible. It looks like a big septic tank exploded all over the city. Ick.
Around this time last year Jamie and I took a road trip to Bemidji, in Northern Minnesota. Here are some pictures. The thumbnails link to larger images. Facebook/RSS readers: click here if you cannot see the gallery.
This semester I took 17 credits (5 classes + moot court), worked 20 hours a week, and had a social life. Oh, and the dog, of course. I might be superman… or a time-shifter.
One morning during orientation training, I was surprised to find a turkey meandering outside of the law school. I didn’t trust my eyes, so I dragged one of the other orientation leaders over to the window to see if, in fact, had lost it.
The other orientation leader (who is from Minnesota) calmly informed me that Minnesota has wild turkeys and that this particular turkey was known to hang around the law school.
I am used to alligators, but somehow still fascinated by the thought of a wild turkey roaming around campus.
Okay, so Minnesota has wild turkeys…and very cold looking seagulls:
I’ve officially been in Minnesota for a year. There are already extensive summaries of fall semester and spring semester, so I’ve decided to pick a picture/memory to represent each month.
My mother lives in Miami. I spoke with her on the phone today:
Mom: “I hear you guys are getting snow later this week.” Me: “Really? But it’s so beautiful out today! It’s hot and lots of people are walking around in shorts and flipflops.” Mom: “What? It’s 30 degrees!” Me: “What? There’s no way. It’s hot!” Mom: “Okay, well, the actual temperature is 40 degrees, but the “feels like” temperature is 30 degrees.”
I checked the weather an hour later: 41 degrees. “feels like 33.”
It feels like 33 degrees and I’m outside sweating. I don’t know what I’m going to do this summer.
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