Remember that chapter at the beginning of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire where Voldemort and Wormtail are hiding out in the old Riddle mansion? And Frank, the gardener comes over to inspect what's going on? And he overhears the story of how Wormtail is caring for the icky-baby Voldemort until they can get some of Harry Potter's blood to restore him to his body?
Me, too. And I was always kind of creeped out by the picture in my mind's eye of Wormtail carrying the icky-baby around. Then I saw a picture...
I am typing this in the ladies bathroom at the poolhouse of the condo where we are staying in northern Michigan. Seriously. That's where I am getting a decent wi-fi signal.
I am policing myself in major purchases because I want a Kindle for my birthday next month. Amazon has them for 189.00 now, I suspect because that's what Target (an Amazon partner) is now selling them for. That's the 6-inch version with a 3G connection.
Is it August yet?
I checked my work e-mail this morning, and will likely spend some time this week doing some paperwork, just so it's not too crazy when I get back to town. Actually, the e-mail was a good excuse for heading over to the wi-fi at the pool at 9 a.m., as soon as it opened.
Leslie and I stopped on our way to Petoskey, at Hartwick Pines National Forest. We had a knowledgeable docent all top ourselves for about half an hour. What he talked about fits right in with the industrial revolution work that my NEH teachers do, so I had some questions that would tie the two together.
I also realized that the inventor of the Shay locomotive lived in Harbor Springs, and that his historic home has been preserved. I've even taken pictures of it, and didn't realize I'd one day be working at a place with an interest in the Shay.
That's your history lesson for today, kids. Go see Keely for more thinkifyin'.