I made the bold announcement “I was back” only to disappear again. Alas I can’t blame TG, it was the job, the damn job. I don’t write about the job, the damn job, because I need to keep the job, the damn job and if I were to write about it I have no doubt I would be on the expressway to unemployment yet again.
I can’t even mention the name of my employer lest a google search is taken and I am found out to be one of those stupid people who complain about their job in a public forum only to be discovered, verbally flogged, and summarily dismissed. I feel like I’m living in a never ending loop of Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5.
Anyway. Here’s a few things that happened…
While riding the subway I noticed a woman with an animal carrier feeding the animal within, only to discover it was not an animal, but a duck. A big white duck. On the A train. On a Sunday. Where was she going? Where was she coming from? Was it dinner? Was it a rescue? A duck. On the A train.
I went to Vermont for the law school graduation of a friend. At the post commencement reception it was an unsurprising gathering of crunchy hippie types, overly eager new graduates, proud parents and a whole lot of sharply dressed Nigerians. Nigerians you say? Yes, Nigerians I say. Sharply dressed Nigerians? Yes, sharply dressed Nigerians. While the rest of us were in jeans, shorts, or a summer frock these men (yes, I only noticed males among the Nigerian graduates) were stylin’. Tapered pants, skinny ties, fitted jackets. They either ignored or never got the memo on birkenstocks, and I for one think they should receive extra super bonus points for that alone.
Now Vermont is a very white state, and Vermont Law School is a pretty white school, but I quickly learned that VLS wants to diversify its student body so they are engaging in an outreach program to attract new students. I gotta say Vermont to Nigeria is a really long reach. Not that I’m against it or anything, but if they wanted to diversify, couldn’t they go to Howard University say? Or do some recruiting in Texas or New Mexico.
My over-pondering of the Nigerians in Vermont was interrupted by the start of live music. Nice touch! But wait, is that steel drums? I look up to see, on the balcony of a campus building, a middle aged white couple with with matching Hawaiian shirts and long gray hair banging away at the steel drums with a beat box back up.
Of course! A Caribbean themed graduation event. I know when I think of the Islands I think rolling green hills, cheese cubes, lawyers and Whitney Houston being played on the steel drums.
The day continued with driving to a secret maple syrup source and stocking up; a congratulatory dinner for the new J.D. at the restaurant where the local prom celebrants were also having a fine dining experience; relaxing on the porch in downtown Montpelier and meeting the friendly neighbor who thought it was a good idea to use the circular saw while drinking, and surprisingly enough was only missing a thumb.
Thought it’s been slow, there’s lots to look forward to over the next several weeks: Flag Day is this Friday and you know that’s always good for a wacky story; TG and I are going to Boston in a few weeks..bring on the lobsters and first time travelling together; and July brings us Ramadan. Oh yeah, didn’t you hear? I’m going Muslim for a few weeks-a religion with fancy headwear and a diet plan? Come on! It’s perfect for me.