Yesterday was Pi day and today is the Ides of March. I guess I switched my observances of these two special days. Yesterday I had leftovers in the fridge and chose to eat those. So today I bopped into town to pick up a pizza - which is how I usually celebrate Pi day. "Beware the Ides of March" has ominous connotations (did for Julius Caesar anyway). I had arranged with the town clerk to pick up the keys to the town hall after the board meeting last night. She also asked if I would explain how we would handle some special circumstances w/ the next election. That meant I both had to attend the meeting and couldn't leave until the end. (Come to think of it, Julius was killed attending a meeting.) When called on I talked about the election - took all of two minutes. The last item on the agenda was road maintenance. The board discussed gravel for the next forty-five excrutiatingly boring, soul-eviscerating minutes. It flitted through my mind that even Caesar's agony didn't last this long.
1 comment:
How in the heck does one talk about gravel for 45 minutes?!
Sheesh.
Rebecca
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